Lucky is the man who is the
first love of a woman,but
luckier is the woman who is
the last love of a man............
Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver chain
Of evening rain,
Unravelled from the tumbling main,
And threading the eye of a yellow star: -
So many times do I love again.
~Thomas Lovell Beddoes
The heart has its reasons that reason knows nothing of. ~Blaise Pascal, Pensées, 1670
At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet. ~Plato
True love stories never have endings. ~Richard Bach
Nobody has ever measured, even poets, how much a heart can hold. ~Zelda Fitzgerald
true world.........
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first love of a woman,but
luckier is the woman who is
the last love of a man