By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness. - Pablo Neruda
I sent my soul through the invisible; some letter of of that afterlife to spell; and by and by my soul returned to me, and answered, "I myself am Heav'n an Hell"" - Omar Khayyam
Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame; It is the reflex of our earthly frame, That takes its meaning from the nobler part, And but translates the language of the heart.
My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease; Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, The uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve, Desire his death, which... Continue Reading →
I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we lov'd? Were we not wean'd till then? But suck'd on countrey pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den? T'was so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee. If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desir'd, and got, 'twas but... Continue Reading →