I am looking for the one I can’t fool.
Speak to me: I will spend my lifetime trying to understand you.
he woman Caeiro fell in love with. I have no idea who she was, and I intend to never find out, not even out of curiosity. There are things of which the soul refuses to lose its ignorance. I’m perfectly aware no one’s obliged to reciprocate love, and great poets have nothing to do with being great lovers. But there’s a transcendent spite... Let her remain anonymous even to God!
Fall in love with the energy of the mornings trace your fingers along the lull of the afternoons take the spirit of the evenings in your arms kiss it deeply and then make love to the tranquility of the nights.
Yet I am stuck in the idea of romance, a dreamer; I want to actually fall in love with a man, then marry him
I hope you fall in love with someone who treats you right. I hope you fall in love with someone who kisses your scars, kisses right where it hurts and make you feel alright. I hope you fall in love with someone who knows how to make you laugh. I hope you fall in love with someone who’ll never make you question your worth or the fact that you are enough. And darling, I hope you fall in love with that one who’ll let you sleep peacefully at night with no doubts that may eat you alive…
Let us not only fall in love, let us live life as if life is our love affair.
It happens often. More than you know. Like when you made me a flower out of the paper scraps I felt guilty throwing away. Like when we sustain eye contact and your pupils start sparkling. Like when you inch closer to me so our skin can touch, and I just want to fall deep, deep down into you (or want you to fall deep, deep down into me). But. I am afraid of how I fall. But. I don't know how to come back to the ground after diving into the ocean. So. I keep falling silently. In my head. In my hips. And I want you to notice. Or.
Never fall in love with stargazers – always with accelerated affection. Their love disappears in the blink of an eye like a shooting star.
I was so blessed. The first person I gave my heart to was an angel who plucked the feathers off his wings and built a nest for it.