I never get tired of SCREAMING... ... ASKING FOR MORE LOVE TEARING MYSELF ALL OVER. Rebecca -

Rebeca - Flower Nectar

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, may you be my poem; I whisper with my lips close to your ear, I have loved many m...

Walt Whitman

There is nothing sublime that is not brief.

Ramón Campoamor and Campoosorio

And everything became as clear as a shot in the darkness!

unknown

Yes, today I smile just hearing your voice, and people still ask me if it's love.

Luc

If it were a torpedo, I'd keep it in the closet drawer. I would pick it up again just to relive the pleasure of reading it.

Johnny Kwergiu