Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
If only I knew how to surrender
We wouldn't hurt so much
But I cannot let myself lose my heart.
Beware, The
<3 Theif Of Hearts <3
Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones,
as the wind blows out the candle and fans the bonfire.
~La Rochefoucald
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