Lyric Of Love Comments

O Sage and Poet if love were what the rose is and I were like the heart. To love the rose, a love for beauty no woman can take. If any man would be a genuine lover may they gently touch women and flowers. Everyone that will ever love of a woman we love with a noble love. Women have written us great novels of love. I’ve never loved anyone else the way I love them. But can women write as well as scholars can? Love was the word they never said aloud. A novel about love cannot be written while you are making love. It must be real love then if a man gives up his life for a woman. I suppose that there are few men like that left, like actors in a Greek Tragedy. It is noble to die of love. Sweet is death that takes the end by love. After so many deaths, I live and write of love the light guitar. These yellow vowels of bright desire.

Of all the ways I could say, 'You are dreaming, ' I choose the voice that speaks of love. Is it even possible that we can establish friendship truer than blood itself? What is love? A madness most discreet. Is life not love? What wine? What drug? Love is. Here is love more attractive. Such is love the same beauty that I love. Does love levitate? Is it in heaven? Is heaven any different from where we are? As if an angel dropped down from the clouds.
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