I joyfully free myself of your love, until the day you return and bring everything flooding back.
A silent love runs so deep that others cannot know it.
Even when committing a heart to another, a love from the past lingers.
A lover prefers the grief of a broken hearted Love to no Love at all.
Love is a cry that travels oceans, dipping and soaring as a bird.
Love crowns a lover in secret, and she bears its mark forever.
A poem of passionate, enduring love, from the French of Alphonse de Lamartine.
A lover mourns that he could not ever kiss the living lips of his beloved.
How a love expected to pass through quickly, lingers all the days…
Remember your original beauty, Love, and be beautiful forever.