SimpleYetConfusing

.ill be happy when shes happy with me or without.to her love was like the air of heaven. invisible intangible, encircled her soul. and yet she knew it for in it was her life. love did his reason blind and loves the fraility of the mind. the wounds invisible. the disease, uncurible. to write a good love letter you must begin without knowing what you mean to say and to finish without knowing what you have written...In my lucias abscence life hangs upon me, becomes a burden, im ten times undone. while hope and fear and grief, rage and love rise up at once and with variety of pain distracts me... we should often be ashamed of our very best actions. if the world only say the true motives that cause them.. dream after dream ensues and still they dream that they will succeed. but yet still disappointed. ambition is a thirst thats never quenched. grows more inflamed and madder by enjoyment. so sweet the blush of bashfulness even pity scarce can wish it less..her eyes her lips her cheeks her shapes her features seem to be drawn by love own hand. by love. himself in love... a man should never be ashamed to own he has been in the wrong...which is but saying, in other words, that he is smarter today than he was yesterday...klm