Faded Fantasy3 читателя тэги

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,

I love you directly without problems or pride:

I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,

except in this form in which I am not nor are you,

so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,

so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

They call you heartless; but you have a heart and I love you for being ashamed to show it.

I want to tell him that I don’t know what I feel. I want him but I’m frightened to want him. I don’t want my happiness to be entirely dependent оn somebody else’s…

The fist clenched round my heart

loosens a little, and I gasp

brightness; but it tightens

again. When have I ever not loved

the pain of love?

But this has moved

past love to mania.

This has the strong

clench of the madman, this is

gripping the ledge of unreason, before

plunging howling into the abyss.

Hold hard then, heart.

This way at least you live.

I’m yours for ever–for ever and ever. Here I stand; I’m as firm as a rock. If you’ll оnly trust me, how little you’ll be disappointed. Be mine as I am yours.

There are two reasons why people don’t talk about things; either it doesn’t mean anything to them, or it means everything.