100 sonnets of love

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.




Let me tell you a little story.


Love is in the air


Love is in the air 
Everywhere I look around 
Love is in the air 
Every sight and every sound 

And I don’t know if I’m being foolish 
Don’t know if I’m being wise 
But it’s something that I must believe in 
And it’s there when I look in your eyes 




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