lovers

In the silence of loveyou will find the spark of life

Dreaming of getting you I loosed everything Cheerfulness of smile And all the dreams of life

Distance unites missing beats of two hearts in love

You are the mark on my liquid heartwhere love begins with the beginning__ startYou are the desire of the ablaze fires the only truth from ten-thousand-liarsFrom the poem- A Letter to My Love

The moon seems unawareof night's dark hittingon the damp warm rain misguiding owl's spitting A thunder light of loveraising hearts beatingwhile weather learns morefrom rain lovers meeting

Love hurts because it holds hearts

We can try and push eachother away, we can try and deny what we feel but when two hearts have connected and two souls have been reminded of love there is simply no way fate can keep us apart.

Violinists wear the imprint on their necks with prideFor they are the players of harmony.Pilgrims, too, wear the imprint on their foreheads with prideFor they are the conductors of unity.And Lovers? Why, they are made humble by the imprint on their heartsFor they are merely the instruments of rhapsody.

I know that touching you will be understanding my fingers for the first time.

Unrequited love is a ridiculous state that makes you try to convince your heart of something your mind knows is a lie!

You let go of my hand to hold on to my heartDistance grasps us tightnow that we are apart

Last night the nightingale sat by my window and sang her joyous song of love...Though I loved it, my heart silently missed the beautiful song of your heart beat!

A heart in love is a thriller book of many stories

Some days I'm to sip you. Some days I'm to be drowned.

Love is that indefinable moment of brokenheartedness when you cry and someone weeps with your tears

Dearest Cecilia, You__ be forgiven for thinking me mad, the way I acted this afternoon. The truth is I feel rather light headed and foolish in your presence, Cee, and I don__ think I can blame the heat.

A week is an eternity between lovers.

Ah! keep my songs within your heart (The heart that holds the singer too), And never to the world impart The music only meant for you. Nor breathe one word, one tender word aloud, Lest it be heard by the cold-hearted crowd. To sing what only you can hear Will keep my heart in perfect tune; As sings the nightingale, when clear Above her shines the summer moon, And every tone of truthful love that flows Is heard alone by the enraptured rose.