I Look Upon Her – Raven

“I look upon her face lying on my pillow
Lit by the light of my bedroom window
Wrapped within my gently arms
Knowing she will come to no harm

I look upon her hair, soft and fair
Unable to find the words to compare
Answers she has given me in times of pain
That love and hope will visit again”

I look upon her lips, moist and red
Giving me life when all was dead
She restored my heart when it was lost
Melting what was covered in frost

I look upon her breasts, firm and strong
Knowing that love could not be wrong
Slowly moving with every breath
Always knowing she was not like the rest

I look upon her hips, round and smooth
Gently touching not daring to move
I fix the sheets with delicate care
But a gentle kiss is all I dare

I look upon her face staring into mine
Filling my body as if it were wine
I close her eyes with gentle kisses
For she has answered all my wishes”

“The Raven” is a popular poem by American writer Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), first published on January 1845.

Saint Augustine

“What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like”

“O Lord, help me to be pure, but not yet”

“Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul”

Augustine of Hippo (November 13, 354 – August 28, 430) also known as St. Augustine, St. Austin, or St. Augoustinos. He was a Latin philosopher and theologian from the Africa Province of the Roman Empire and is generally considered as one of the greatest Christian thinkers of all times. His writings were very influential in the development of Western Christianity. Major work – Confessions of St. Augustine City of GodOn Christian Doctrine. (source – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Augustine_of_Hippo)

Moulin Rouge – Movie

“She says it feels so good when you hold her, and touch her; it makes her feel like a … virgin”

“Christian: [to the Duke] This woman is yours now. I’ve paid my whore.
[to Satine]
Christian: I owe you nothing. And you are nothing to me. Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love”

“Above all things I believe in love. Love is like oxygen. Love is a many splendored thing, love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is love”

“Argentinean: Never fall in love with a woman who sells herself. It always ends..
Argentinean: [screams] BAD!”

“It’s not that I’m a jealous man, I just don’t like other people touching my things!”

“Can’t fall in love? But a life without love, that-that-that’s terrible!”

“Come what may… come what may. I will love you, until my dying day”


I become a waterwheel, turning and tasting you, as long as water moves.

Mother Teresa

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.

Fran Lebowitz

“Romantic love is mental illness. But it’s a pleasurable one. It’s a drug. It distorts reality, and that’s the point of it. It would be impossible to fall in love with someone that you really saw”


Lust tastes like tequila, love tastes like whiskey. Love burns for longer, warms you up on the inside and sometimes makes you do stupid things. Tequila just makes you wasted. You get wasted on lust and warmed on love.