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I fain would follow love, if that could be; I needs must follow death, who calls for me; Call and I follow, I follow! let me die.

I fain would follow love, if that could be; I needs must follow death, who calls for me; Call and I follow, I follow! let me die.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

...fine love poetry tends to be written when the object of one's affection is at a safe distance; also, it often reflects a love of words more than a love of women...

...fine love poetry tends to be written when the object of one's affection is at a safe distance; also, it often reflects a love of words more than a love of women...

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

brave love, dreamnot of staunching such strict flame, but come,lean to my wound; burn on, burn on.

brave love, dreamnot of staunching such strict flame, but come,lean to my wound; burn on, burn on.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Love’s language starts, stops, starts; the right words flowing or clotting in the heart.

Love’s language starts, stops, starts; the right words flowing or clotting in the heart.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come, Nor action new, Except through this extent, The realm of you.

I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come, Nor action new, Except through this extent, The realm of you.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Never fear the thing you feel-- Only by love is life made real

Never fear the thing you feel-- Only by love is life made real

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

[…] but she cannot make him eat, like you.

[…] but she cannot make him eat, like you.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

You ask my love completest,As strong next year as now,The devil take you, sweetest,Ere I make aught such vow.Life is a masque that changes,A fig for constancy!No love at all were better,Than love which is not free.

You ask my love completest,As strong next year as now,The devil take you, sweetest,Ere I make aught such vow.Life is a masque that changes,A fig for constancy!No love at all were better,Than love which is not free.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

He taught me to be a Da Vinci and I sit here, with his portraits waiting for him to returnI do not think he willIs that what it means to be humanto be all powerful, to build a temple to yourselfand leaveonly the walls to pray

He taught me to be a Da Vinci and I sit here, with his portraits waiting for him to returnI do not think he willIs that what it means to be humanto be all powerful, to build a temple to yourselfand leaveonly the walls to pray

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Without the wetness of your love, the fragrance of your water, or the trickling sounds of your voice ― I shall always feel thirsty.

Without the wetness of your love, the fragrance of your water, or the trickling sounds of your voice ― I shall always feel thirsty.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

It was her laughter that made me love her. Her shy inappropriate madness is what made her beautiful.

It was her laughter that made me love her. Her shy inappropriate madness is what made her beautiful.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

When a poet settled down to write a poem, could he foresee the lines he would write? Did his head constantly spin with riddles and rhymes and was his only job to put them down? What if he couldn’t get them to make sense, and no one, not even the person he cared for most, could have pleasure in reading it? What would he do?

When a poet settled down to write a poem, could he foresee the lines he would write? Did his head constantly spin with riddles and rhymes and was his only job to put them down? What if he couldn’t get them to make sense, and no one, not even the person he cared for most, could have pleasure in reading it? What would he do?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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