True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
I''m so tired but I can''t sleep. . .
Standing on the edge of something much deep. . .
Its funny how we feel so much but cant say a word. . .
We are screaming inside but can’t be heard. . .
Love is like a friendship caught on fire.
In the beginning a flame, very pretty,
Often hot and fierce,
But still only light and flickering.
As love grows older,
Our hearts mature
And our love becomes as coals,
Deep-burning and unquenchable.
