I shall do one thing in this life-one thing certain-this is, love you, and long of you, and keep wanting you till I die.
I shall do one thing in this life-one thing certain-this is, love you, and long of you, and keep wanting you till I die.
Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness.
Love is an utterly bygone, sorry, worn-out, miserable thing with me- for him or anyone else.
Love, though added emotion, is substracted capacity
You overrate my capacity of love. I don't posess half the warmth of nature you believe me to have. An unprotected childhood in a cold world has beaten gentleness out of me.
Sometimes a woman's love of being loved gets the better of her conscience, and though she is agonized at the thought of treating a man cruelly, she encourages him to love her while she doesn't love him at all. Then, when she sees him suffering, her remorse sets in, and she does what she can to repair the wrong.
That innate love of melody, which she had inherited from her ballad-singing mother, gave the simplest music a power which could well-nigh drag her heart out of her bosom at times.
Nought would he hear;
Then with wild rainy eyes she obeyed,
She chid when her Love was for clinking off wi' her.
Tempests may scath;
But love can not make smart
Again this year his heart
Who no heart hath.
Her love was entire as a child's, and though warm as summer it was fresh as spring.
Yet, though love is thus an end in itself, it must be believed to be the means to another end if it is to assume the rosy hues of an unalloyed pleasure.
For do you love her, do you hate,
She knows not--cares not she:
Only the living feel the weight
Of loveless misery!
So let it be, I said to Love.
Never upon me
Had she thrown look of love so thorough-sped!
Her life was the price she would pay for that whine--
For a child by the man she did not love.
Believe me, Lost One, Love is lovelier
The more it shapes its moans in selfish-wise.
With eye and cry of love illimited
Upon her Heart-king.
He met her with a careless air,
As though he'd ceased to find her fair,
And said: "True love is dust to me;
I cannot kiss: I tire of thee!
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories