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  • gisele

    on November 16, 2013 at 9:35 am

    beautifful

  • herb

    on November 16, 2013 at 11:51 am

    love to the madness

  • OldDutchDavid

    on November 16, 2013 at 1:41 pm

    Most of the time(s) but not always.
    O.D.D.

  • Alex

    on November 16, 2013 at 5:41 pm

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  • Mark D Amos

    on November 16, 2013 at 10:52 pm

    Leave it to William Shakespear to convey such a thought with so few words. Yes, love can be like that. A challenging experience…..

    Very thought provoking indeed…..

  • EdiciusEric

    on November 17, 2013 at 9:07 pm

    “Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
    Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;
    Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears.
    What is it else? A madness most discreet,
    A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.”
    It has been a while since I’ve read Romeo and Juliet, how sad that one day we will miss the passions of young, careless, ignorant, love. I know I miss it but, good news is, Shakespear has a way of reminding me.

  • 3tesla

    on December 31, 2013 at 4:39 am

    But we by a love so much refined,
    That our selves know not what it is,
    Inter-assured of the mind,
    Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.

    Our two souls therefore, which are one,
    Though I must go, endure not yet
    A breach, but an expansion,
    Like gold to airy thinness beat.

    From John Donne’s “A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning”: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173387