in-love

We live only for the hope of love.

The only path wide enough for us all is love.

Sometimes love can be both the punishment and the crime.

Love: the impossible combination of being IN the deep end and being OFF the deep end.

You__e too focused. Too high-strung. Too_ Eros trails off as he continues to look into Levi__ blue eyes. __oo caught up with being in love.

She wakes, she smiles .... because she is enevloped in the warmth of loving you.

Love for you dances within & around my core of being as regular as the beat of my heart. As certain as the draw and release of each breath.

My spirit is free. My heart is taken.

I wrote this about you, about our love, our story. And I feel so damn lucky that others in this world, strangers in other parts, can steal a piece of what we have and feel so lucky too.

Here's another poem,like all others before and after,dedicated to you.There isn't anything left to be saidbut I will spend my lifetrying to put you into words.You who is every goodness,every optimismand hope.Your love is a better fate for methan anything I could wish for.If you are a part of me, then you__e the best part.And if you're separate from me, then you are my destination.But I__e become a weary traveller,so please,let us never be apart.

I loved you when I was eight. I loved you when I was twelve. I loved you when I was twenty, and I... I love you now.

The fairies, as their custom, clapped their hands with delight over their cleverness, and they were so madly in love with the little house that they could not bear to think they had finished it.

You feel more like home to me than any place I've ever been.

These poems are cupsthat I pour my love into.Here, Drink!

I cared about Ben, but I was never in love with him. I was in love with what it said about me that I had a boyfriend like Ben, and that's just different.

I fell in love with the expression in his eyes when he looked at me.

It took me a long time and a lot of heartache to realize that just because you love someone doesn__ mean they deserve it.

And so, in silence, we walked the surface of a dying world, but in the breast of one of us at least had been born that which is ever oldest, yet ever new.I loved Dejah Thoris. The touch of my arm upon her naked shoulder had spoken to me in words I would not mistake, and I knew that I had loved her since the first moment my eyes had met hers that first time in the plaza of the dead city of Korad.