“SWEETHEART, do not love too long: I loved long and long, And grew to be out of fashion Like an old song. All through the years of our youth Neither could have known Their own thought from the other’s, We were so much at one. But O, in a minute she changed— O do not love too long, Or you will grow out of fashion Like an old song.”
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W.B. Yeats
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Do not love too long
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A cure for love?
there is no cure for this madness that is love
there is no pill
or ointment
or therapy for this ailmentthere are only kisses
and hugs
and cuddly little sessions of intimacy
and romancebeneath white ceilings
and squeaky fans
dark hands hold tight
to each other
undercoversso this madness is shared between them.
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Forget about my life… She’s the best thing to ever happen to my poetry
(via slycrow)
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Words often fail me when my heart is overwhelmed. It seems that only my arms could ever express my true yearning for her, and only my lips would be able to provide an indication of the passion that I feel when I think of her. She is, and always has been, from the moment I first laid eyes on her, my one and only true love.
She has taken me to heights of happiness and absolute enchantment that I didn’t dream existed in this world. I live for her, I ache for her, I yearn for her, and I feel incomplete without her. And despite not having any assurance that we could ever be anything more than we are now, I cannot live for anyone but her. She is my love, she is my angel, she is my all…and my everything. I live for her, I love for her. (Cynically Jaded)
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Lilies in love…the natural arch of her body leaning unconsciously into mine, without restraint, nor with surrender, just leaning and taking comfort. Not a word need be uttered. Just a simple expression of the heart so sincere that never a word could describe.
This photo was taken in April 2010 at the Kruger Park Lodge in Mpumalanga, South Africa. (c) Cynically Jaded
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Beyond the difficult path lies an ocean of joy, comfort and peace, just waiting for you to embrace it with all the love and devotion your heart yearns to express. But you must want it, or else it will forever elude you.
This photo was taken in Cape Town. It features a stranded cargo ship in the Table Bay area with an approaching storm. ~ September 2009 (c) Cynically Jaded
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We judge by appearance because it requires a lot less energy and conviction, and it doesn’t make us vulnerable in the process. If we were to look too closely, we may acquire the responsibility of caring and that is far too daunting in a soul-less world. So let’s stare from afar, judge without knowledge, and hide the essence of ourselves so that we can maintain our defenses, existing until it’s too late to be discovered. And then dying regretting that we weren’t.
Cynically Jaded
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Hold tight heart,
I just tipped toed
across the sea
against the current
and waves,
with the monsters
in it’s depths,
to come find you,
for you stole away
from me
in the middle of the night
and ended up in his hands.
I need to keep you
locked up, and safe.
Just for now.
