“And our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.”

A beam in darkness: let it grow.

So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.

Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.

A still small voice spake unto me, ‘Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?

Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.

The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.

Things seen are mightier than things heard.

O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

Love will conquer at the last.

The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.

Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again.

Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.

In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.

As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.

A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.

You want to taste my ruby lips but fear they’ll leave a mark. Loving you is trespassing, forbidden access to an insecure heart.

I can’t sleep without knowing there’s hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips… the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.

She spoke with so much hope, the future dancing on her lips like a flame.

Your lips land on mine like a delicate prayer but I can still taste my mistakes years later.

Double up, baby. Your lips are the song and the dance floor is our bed.

Kiss my wine-drenched mouth and drown in drunk temptations offered by the night.

Like water lies spill from my lips. Droplets of poison ready to kill.

Vanilla ice cream melts down my wrist as my lips melt all over yours.