Toes curled from here to Wakanda.
No dust from her behavior ever settled on the mirror of the Emperor's mind. (Court Poet)
Love is the GOD, Lust is the TEMPLE
The lower the price of your love, the higher its value.
Everyday since I have met you I have loved you a thousand times more. (Napolean Bonaparte)
Whenever someone asks you why you care for a particular person, they've failed to understand that love is charity.
He said he will stay no matter what happens and here we both are, across the oceans, happy but not together. Don't make promises you can't keep because not everyone can afford the heartbreak when they aren't fulfilled, it tears them apart and eventually, it leads to pain and trust issues.
Love does not comes with warranty and guarantee, instead love comes as a pair for repair
It's true, you always remember your Love, and, for me, that will always be Lahore.
Love generates two kinds of tears- in pain and in ecstasy.
I covet him. His hot body over mine, sweaty and smelling like grass after the rain. I want to live that moment of Eros again and again and again. Never having enough of him, the masculine image of me, a piece of art, unique masterpiece of God, that is calmly sleeping beside me.
Love gives value to the one who loves and not to the loved one.
The new story of ardour unfolding, the tale of tantrums of the hearts. An affair with a stranger who still can’t feel it, while silently roaming its streets.
His eyes mimic mine. Sublime beauty marks of a man’s face. Staring and penetrating. Gentle and loving. Salacious. Immaculate. Feeding my hope and starving my anguish.
What is love but a word? A feeling roughly concordant to fear? A fantasy that breaks through the heartbreak and endows the defeated with bravery?
I wonder if Gaudi was collecting pieces of broken tiles, trying to mend his shattered heart, his crushed soul, his splintered being, his overwhelming sorrow for the unrequited love.
It is you folding me like the bellows of an accordion. I am surrendering. Only to you. And giving you the right to own me as you will.
The world stops existing in your arms, leaving me speechless… In love with love.
Love me. As a mother who had fed you on her breasts. Like a lover who teased you with them. Like a friend on whose chest you laid your head and wept. Love me.
The two of us, two lost keys of the different doors, once strangers and now a souvenir of pain.
