definition love

different human beings interpretations of love.
everyone loves differently.
how do you love?
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JB

“Love is neither defined by a ceaseless adoration or unmarred elation.                          It lies hidden in passing moments that seem to slip from nervous hands.


Love isn’t a lifetime of happiness, or untarnished smiles left on postcards.                    
It lives within every wrong word you choose to accept

Love cannot be induced by a man standing behind a badge and a Ph.D.          it cannot be created by a binding and signing paper and ink. 

Love has no discretion to whom it inclficts                                                                   age and sex

Love isn’t
It is tangled like wet summer hair 

I guess you can say I no longer believe in love,                                                               or love no longer believes in me.


The individuals in which we find love may be fleeting,
But it mark is permanent; 


whether it be scars from unruliness, or freckles left from its light.”

amor et melle et felle est fecundissmismus

"

Under the mother eyes of the Mexican sky
She was happy and had chosen the sun
And it was fate laid in stone
Sacred heart, sacred ground
Her two children and we moved as one

And you said you loved me
You said you loved me

Now there’s something missing when
You’re kissing me
It’s subtle yet it’s gone
And then I’m suspicious
And then it gets vicious
And then it’s a hole right through the heart

And you said you loved me
I thought you loved me

Now there is an ocean of time
Between your life and mine
You look happy
And you’re married I bet
And oh my Lord how you’ve grown
To find me still alone
I am humble
I’m still trying to forget

When you said you loved me
I thought you loved me

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- Devotchka
You Loved Me
for j

for j

CM

“immature love says:
I love you, because I need you



mature love says:
I need you, because I love you”

DH

“love is a tired sympathy, you hung when you’re awake.
love is a crying mumble, warned you not to shake.
love is the best sensation, hiding in a lions mane.
love is a dream you enter, though, shake it shall you.
love is the best endeavor, waiting in the lions mane.”