Saturday, February 5, 2011

ahhh...nice...


If music be the food of love, play on.
Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.

We are all born for love. It is the principle of existence, and its only end.

When you love a woman, she becomes more than a body. Her physical limbs expand, and his outline recedes, vanishes. sHe is rich and sweet and right. sHe is part of the world, the atmosphere, the blue sky and the blue water.

When you're in love you never really know whether your elation comes from the qualities of the one you love, or if it attributes them to her; whether the light which surrounds her like a halo comes from you, from her, or from the meeting of your sparks.  

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