it shines forever on the swinging cradle where a blushing infant sleeps. And, even around the quiet stillness of the tomb, love is there. It is the only Voice of the Universe, now and then grown hoarse with the passion and lust of humanity. (Gantry)
Love is the only good in the world. What else is good is only a shadow, an echo emanating from that only thing in the world. (Browning)
Love is what I feel for you.
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Across the years I feel a secret pain
That comes to me and steals away my smile
And brings the tears back to my eyes again,
And memories long dead. The hurt that while
It seemed to me has perished long ago
Amid these years of false, pretending bliss,
Should smart once more within and grieve me so
Like the sweet pain of one, remembered kiss.
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