a letter to a love. a love I will remember forever
I can't help it. Sometimes I still need to ask you "Why though? Why do you love me?"
true love. When I really started loving you
You tell me, no you ask me
The walls you built Were made of stubborn bricks
You are the whole sky, and no amount of storms will
I want you to know one thing.
By Pablo Neruda
I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be
By Sara Teasdale
For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda,
By Edgar Allan Poe
I’ll never stop telling you how amazing you are even if we disagree on certain things
I am the coffee Without you I am bitter