Do not twine garlands of my myrtle for my forehead
Nor pluck sweet roses to adorn me
Make me a crown of somber violets
For I am dying! ! !
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Love is like a number. You can add, subtract those men you have. Can also divide your affection to those of your family and those you dear sincerely. Can even multiply those people who you want to love. But in every other formula you've made in honor of love, there is still one definite solution to any other problems you might encounter.
A true love is not about having, but instead, it's about giving and sacrificing. If you're willing to sacrifice yourself for someone, maybe that's a true love. But maybe, it's just not for me... yet.
Love is like a bird, if it really belongs to you, it’ll comeback..... If not......
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A gentle world like a spark of light,
Illuminates my soul!
And as each sound goes deeper,
It’s you that makes me whole.
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When I’m with you,
Eternity is a step away.
My love continues to grow,
With each passing day!
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The breath of heaven teases my lips
With a single petal dislodge from the sky!
My love you are that single petal!
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Sleep my pretty one,
The day is over.
Sleep my darling one,
Night is falling.
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There is no way of ending,
No thought of descending.
This dream will continue forever,
For there is always the sun in the sky.
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You've gotta soar to survive!
Stay together.
Stay alive.
Save the world.
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