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P/N/
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.
W/S/M/
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
D/W/
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.
H/J/
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.
S/A/K/
The hardest kind of resistance,
is when you’re resisting yourself.
When your heart want something,
and your brain prevents it.
When you want to cry,
but you smile instead
to protect your pride.
When you feel like blowing up,
but prefer to explode in your deepest depths,
so no оne around you can feel it.