“Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.”

Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.

Oh! blame not the bard.

The heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close.

The light, that lies In woman’s eyes, Has been my heart’s undoing.

Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.

Came but for friendship, and took away love.

Disguise our bondage as we will, ‘Tis woman, woman, rules us still.

It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.

Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.

Though an angel should write, still ’tis devils must print.

And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch’d by the thorns.

A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roue to retire upon.

This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.

My only books were woman’s looks, and folly’s all they’ve taught me.

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.

Your words may dim her light and make her cry, but you can never douse her flames how much ever you try.

I don’t want to be the water that puts your flame out. I want to be the wind that fans it to it’s full potential.

Light a matchstick And watch its shadow on the wall… Did you know a flame has no shadow? Light has no shadow.

The understanding is by the flame of the passions never enlightened, but dazzled.

Oh darling, melt your own soul with flames of self love.

A love like ours could have set the whole world to flames, our love could have put the brightest star to shame, maybe that’s why the universe thought it was better to keep us away.

Its as simple as that. A slow burning flame flickering upon these freckled fingers.

If fire wasn’t bad enough the gods gave us love so if flames failed to burn us down we had each other still.