Sometimes love feels good, other times it's just another way to bleed
There comes a point where you just love someone. Not because the're good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesnt mean you'll be together forever. It doesnt mean you wont hurt each other. It just means you love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and someimes because of who they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it
Tell me not, sweet, that I am unkind
That from the nunnery, Of thy chaset breast and quiet mind
To war and arms I fly
True, a new mistress now I chase
The first foe in the feild
And with a stronger faith embrace
A sword, a horse, a sheild
Yet this inconsistancy , is such, As thou too shall shalt adore
I could not love thee, dear, so much
Love I not honor more
To Lucasta, on going to the Wars
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That from the nunnery, Of thy chaset breast and quiet mind
To war and arms I fly
True, a new mistress now I chase
The first foe in the feild
And with a stronger faith embrace
A sword, a horse, a sheild
Yet this inconsistancy , is such, As thou too shall shalt adore
I could not love thee, dear, so much
Love I not honor more
To Lucasta, on going to the Wars
Together we are more than we are appart, that is what love is
If you are not careful, their beauty will become both heaven and hell, you will betray every oath, abandon every loyalty, give up your heart, your mind, your body, and your immortal soul to have them near you but one more night. Then one cold night , after the passion is spent, and nothing but ashes remain, you look up and see someone gazing at you, and you know that look, you've seen it before. someone gazes upon you as if you were heaven itself, but you know in your heart of hearts that it is not heaven you're offering them, it's hell