Search this site. A mother held her new baby and very slowly rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she held him, she sang:. I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living my baby you'll be. The baby grew.
When it comes to expressing our feelings, our nerves get the better of us most of the time. Here are some quotes that will inspire you to throw all your pretenses and lay it all down for her. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet. I love her and it is the beginning of everything. Scott Fitzgerald on his wife Zelda. But when those senses weaken another heightens.
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This place a palace of light drawn with shade Of silence and pretence a token of our trade And here you and I lie wreathed in flames All over a life lived by making up new games Of gazes and whispers. I want you to know I still love you Even though we've been dancing on broken glass, Parade all your memories, for the moments we shared Never fade away. I want you to know I still love you When I walk down the memory lane Where the night swears its love to the stars There will be no more tears today, hey hey. We shared a penchant for cyanide praise Fashioned our armours of empathy's malaise And all of that hurt, and all of those words that we said You'd think we poisoned the ground on which we tread But the lining is silver. The best of intentions will not see the road paved The end of illusions, who could ever be saved What's left behind in the storms that we braved The troubles we find and the chances we waived. We're going where dreams really come true And we won't be held back by our fears Come hell or high water We'll trust there's a life for us here this way. Night, the world, it's mine, with nobody else out here It's time, run wild and royally cavalier To burn, ignite, I'd do it for so much less When all is made clear there is nothing else.
Then said Almitra, Speak to us of Love. And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. He sifts you to free you from your husks. He grinds you to whiteness. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself. To know the pain of too much tenderness.