Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love
Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs
Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving
For you see, each day I love you more
Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow
Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow
The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough
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