Since I die of love

Love, with these thy whims and humours thou hast wrecked and ruined me.
Thou hast drunk of love's own nectar, thy lips speak entrancingly.
With those honeyed words how many like me thou hast bound to thee!
Take the knife and slay me straightway--pass not by me mockingly.
Since I die of love, ’twere better Beauty stabbed and set me free.-Sayat Nova

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Post-motel sex aura.

"I am a mere breath of air; a formless thought that thinks of you." - Jean-Paul Sartre

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Magnifying Love

I will swim to you
whether you save me
whether you savage me 

23 days to go 

one of the most romantic song ever written

Love During Wartime

"The wound is the place where the Light enters you."

— Rumi 

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