Anonymous 787

If they ask me about great life, I would lean my head on your shoulder and hold you close to me and say with a proud – ‘It’s like this’

Anonymous 786

Yo make my heart overflows with feelings and love. You are so sweet. Being close to you makes my heart warm and It beats faster. Love you forever.

Anonymous 784

I have feelings for you.
These feelings are in my heart.
Whenever I see you, I feel as if I’ve been struck by a dart.
These feelings I can’t deny,
But yet, they make me want to try.
But for a guy like me, who knows how things would turn out to be?
I’m willing to take risks.
To give you gifts and to win your heart.
I just wish that one day, we’ll be together
And hope that nothing will tear us apart.

Anonymous 782

I would rather choose to spend a lifetime with you than to enjoy all the ages of this world without you.

Anonymous 780

I love you and my love for you can only be faded away when the sun goes cold and stars turn old.

William Shakespeare 12

My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
Th’ uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as mad men’s are,
At random from the truth vainly expressed.
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
My love is as a fever

Anonymous 777

Whenever I close eyes, I can see a face..
Very cute and pretty, with the lovely grace,
and when I go to bed, I see that same face..
In my dreams – Innocent and happy
calling my name, coming near me..
Its my love, I wanna tell you..
That is no one but you!

Anonymous 776

Little dark girl with kind eyes
when it comes time to use the knife
I won’t flinch and i won’t blame you,
as I drive along the shore-alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won’t blame you, instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had and how I
offered you what was left of me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you the light in the window
your records, your books
our morning coffee, our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together sleeping
the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever
your leg my leg, your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth of you
who made me laugh again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no knife. the knife is
mine and i won’t use it yet.

Robert Burns

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry:

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it ware ten thousand mile.