My tears of joyhear the raindrops crying,as the rain never wants to pourdown on my cloudy dayswhen I makeour love-dreamsfor the sun to dreamonly for you….(From the poem “Only For You” By Munia Khan)

Every angel is terrifying.Through the darkness, they move silently…I will go down into death with you.I must go where I must goTo see what I must seeIn that place where no one knows…… This is...

He was just a taker. She was a taker in her way too. They were taking each other, and they loved each other for that. -June Havoc

I know that this process of ‘me changing my life’ doesn’t just end once I set fire to this list of things I hate about myself. Tonight isn’t as much of a new beginning as...

Birisi üzerinize, sahibi olduğunuzu düşündüğünüz şeyin sizden önceki sahipliğini serpiştirdiği anda, belki de o şey sizin olmaktan çıkıyordu. Sevgilinin eskisiyle karşılaşmak bu yüzden kötüydü.

Love happens only once, what happens after that is just compromise; with your heart and with your life…

What once was had, forever lost; thy fate is destined, thy love star-crossed.

You are the one star I wish upon nightly, praying your glory will fall from the heavens and land in my undeserving arms.

Every one needs someone and there is someone for everyone.

Du hast vergessen, daß Liebende heilig sind. Auch wenn sie sich irren, Joh; selbst ihr Irrtum ist heilig. Auch wenn sie Narren sind, Joh; selbst ihre Narrheit ist heilig. Denn wo Liebende sind, ist der...

I love you more. I love you enough to let you go and live your dream.” I tilted my head and shrugged. “Don’t you see….? I love you more.”He smiled softly and I brushed some...

Sometimes the rainfallsjust for you and meto be the violinplaying in the backgroundof our loneliness’s song.

Soothing the exhaustionIn my soul,So I can fall back skyward,Safe in your arms,And survive to dream again.

The sun’s champagne streamed from one body into another. And there was a couple on the green silk of the grass, covered by a raspberry umbrella. Only their feet and a little bit of lace...

When he came back, I hid my face within my hands. He said: “Fear nothing. Who has seen our kiss? –Who saw us? The night and the moon.””And the stars and the first flush of...

Love is a renewable resource

The eyes of the lovers are blind while those of the grieving are wide open.

Love was not enough to fight or I was not worth to fight.

Each moment of the happy lover’s hour is worth an age of dull and common life.

But if you were matched,” I say softly, “What do you think she’d be like?””You,” he says, almost before I’ve finished. “You,

You are mine.” He spoke against her lips. “You always have been. You always will be.

Impulsive passion please set me free.

I did not love you at all”.I say this to you now: I love you, with no beginning, no end. I love you as you have become an extra necessary organ in my body. I...

Conor, I could search the world for another swashbuckling scientist, but I doubt if I would find one like you.

Those who find themselves in the “You are going to miss my loving” section Without LOVE are the ones who abused their relationship by not appreciating the person who was giving them the love they...

The touch of your fingersgrazing minedelicate asa single drop of winein a crystal goblet.Rolling it round,I savor it on my tongue,try tomake it lastforever.The words Iloveyouform in the airand melt. Your palm againstmy cheek,light asa...

Roberto knew that he now had the power to influence the future. He needed to send a message back, and whatever he chose to say would affect Rosa and would help to guide her future...

I will, however, establish that success in love, as in all other aspects of life, belongs, as a rule, to the persistent and fiber man. Chaucer had reason to make the Old Bath confess: ‘The...

To begin perfect happiness at the respective ages of twenty-six and eighteen, is to do pretty well; and professing myself moreover convinced, that the General’s unjust interference, so far from being really injurious to their...

Catch my heart and take my Hand to find yourself some Big Time Love.

Somewhere a bird sang, its chant hanging plaintive and melancholy in the still air…I think it’s a sort of lark or something. Our tradition has it that they sing with the voices of lost lovers....

Dead. Even in the silence of my mind I cannot think the word. I cannot acknowledge this most obvious and terrible of truths.

She had assumed they would see each other every day but she hadn’t really thought about the implications of having an affair with a married man. It wasn’t going to be a normal relationship.

And she forgot the stars, the moon, and sun/ And she forgot the blue above the trees,/ And she forgot the dells where waters run,/ And she forgot the chilly autumn breeze;/ She had no...

Mr. Bhaer saw the drops on her cheeks, … The sight seemed to touch him very much, for suddenly stooping down, he asked in a tone that meant a great deal, “Heart’s dearest, why do...

To say that the frozen silence contracted itself into a yet higher globe of ice were to under-rate the exquisite tension and to shroud it in words. The atmosphere had become a physical sensation. As...

Do they still hurt?” she whispered in anguished surprise.”No,” Jason said tautly. Shame washed over him in sickening waves as he waited helplessly for her inevitable reaction to the stark evidence of his humiliation.To his...

Our bodies were printed as blank pages to be filled with the ink of our hearts

The Fall will always be yours and mine…

I’m telling you this for one reason and one reason only: No matter how sure you are of someone’s love, it’s always nice to hear it.

I love you, I want to tell yu that, I want to say it for the billion times I couldn’t say it. – Fletcher Green

They were kissing again, carefully at first, learning the shape and texture of each other’s lips, testing the sharpness of the teeth behind them.It’s too fast, said a panicky voice in his mind. And too...

On Paper*some call it poetrybut it is just painon paper_____________________rassool jibraeel snyman (c) 2015″The Poetic Assassin

Amica mia. Amore mio. Mio respiro.

forever” always ends, that the one that wants it can, will achieve it and get it, that the one that risks it never looses anything, that physique, figure and beauty attracts but personality makes one...

I’ve always known that even if the world threatens to collapse, with one hand, you’d hold up the sky, and the other, around me.

my lovefor youwill always belike a mountain stream.quiet. persistent. continuous.

If you can make her want you bad enough, she’ll come after you.

A star-spangled sky and you were looking the other way,the night beckoned and waited and you waited for the day.

I so desperately wanted to be his gravity, to hold him on this earth and keep him from leaving me.