Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.
I don't want to live, I want to love first and live incidentally.
My dear, I think of you always and at night I build myself a warm nest of things I remember and float in your sweetness till morning.
And only weaklings...who lack courage and the power to feel they're right when the whole world says they're wrong, ever lose.