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The love in your heart is greater than all the stars the sky could even hope to have. Hold onto that love, and it will take you higher than the stars themselves.

. __ove doesn__ please itself by seeking revenge. Love sacrifices itself for the good of others.

My ship _ the Demeter, was a star-liner operated by the Red Star Line. I say __as_ because of the events you will read about in this account. This is a long letter, I know, but I had quite a long time to write it. You probably already know this, having seen the commercials running on all the major channels for the last twenty years or so, but the Red Star Line is the largest cruise operator in the known universe. Unless something has changed between now and by the time you read this, this is probably still true. In fact, customers of the Red Star Line get more quality, value for money _ and smiles by Demeter than they do anywhere else. Okay, okay. It__ an old joke _ corny for sure, but what the hell.

If you don't get what you want, you suffer; if you get what you don't want, you suffer; even when you get exactly what you want, you still suffer because you can't hold on to it forever.

The stiller you are the calmer life is.

The sky blue strengthens slowly, the dawn light rosy and pale the summer song of our romance begin to unveil...with every heart beat and the waves' breath...the time stood in harmony still. Your morning kiss my hands could feel...by your lips soft, so warm, so very gentle, nice and full of life...

You're paved in my heart like an old road. Like the pebbles in a pebble field, dirt in dirt, dust in dust, cobwebs in cobwebs.

Let the night take you. Let the stars evaporate into your dreams. Let sleep be the only comfort for you to believe.

A bird, unable to fly, is still a bird; but a human unable to love is an inexpensive stone: like a piece of uric acid stone

Allow the fear to keep you sensible but not to keep you still. If you're afraid of the dark then open your eyes, see that you are home.

My five best friends, who were my bridesmaids in my wedding, are still my best friends.

Yes, the upper reaches of society are still dominated by men.

Still, language is resilient, and poetry when it is pressured simply goes underground.

Well, I still write poetry, but I wouldn't call myself a poet.

I still read Donne, particularly his love poems.

In the total darkness, poetry is still there, and it is there for you.

Regardless of the sexual orientation behind a relationship, it is still a relationship and still love.

I'm still a bit of a romantic and an idealist and hopelessly naive.