20 Dec 2010


By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth.
Song of Solomon

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit.
William Shakespeare

Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.
Charles Dickens

Like an apricot tree among the trees of the forest,so is you my love among young men, 
i delight to sit in your shade and your fruit is sweet to my taste.
Song of Solomon

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