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....For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart...It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul... you are my life |
"To the world you may be one person, but for me you may be the world.." "The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched...They must be felt with the heart..." my strength... |
Your words are my food... your breath my wine... You are everything to me... my everything... |
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two....