That was my big romantic gesture

A letter by Lord Byron written to Lady Byron

All I can say seems useless - and all I could say might be no less unavailing - yet I still cling to the wreck of my hopes, before they sink for ever. Were you, then, never happy with me? Did you never at any time or times express yourself so? Have no marks of affection of the warmest and most reciprocal attachment passed between us? or did in fact hardly a day go down without some such on one side, and generally on both? Do not mistake me: I have not denied my state of mind - but you know its causes - and were those deviations from calmness never followed by acknowledgements and repentance? Was not the last that recurred more particularly so? and had I not - had we not the days before and on the day we parted - every reason to believe that we loved each other? that we were to meet again? Were not your letters kind? Had I not acknowledged to you all my faults and follies - and assured you that some had not and could not be repeated? I do not require these questions to be answered to me, but to your own heart. ***It is torture to correspond thus, and there are things to be settled and said which cannot be written. You say it is my disposition to deem what I have worthless? Did I deem you so? Did I ever so express myself to you, or of you to others? You are much changed within these twenty days or you would never have thus poisoned your own better feelings and trampled on mine. Ever your most truly and affectly.
B.

Of love in poetry

'' Tonight I'm falling asleep alone, without my love beside me. The luxury of lingerie and gold, none of that matters now, without you. What good is it, without you. And she fell asleep to the sound of a harp, the moon high in the sky, without you. "

Spin You Around

I'm not quite sure what I'm looking for, I'm not quite sure I want the answers to my questions. I can't pretend to be what I'm not, I can't pretend to love what I do not. If what I'm looking for is you, and you answer all of my question. If you take me for who I am, and don't demand my love. I might reconsider.

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The Light Of The Moon

"All that week she couldn't decide whether she was a lollipop or a roman candle"

Say When, Say Never, Say Never

I don't understand the world, I understand what they teach me in school and I understand right and wrong. But I will never understand love or loss, pain or torture, happiness or depression. They can't teach you how to react to tragedy in school and they can't teach you how to love someone without fear. I try so hard to understand why things happen the way they do, why we lose the people we love, why I take refuge in novels because I can't face my own reality, why we keep secrets when they tear us apart and consume our lives

Cherry Cigars

I want cake, I want candy. I want pearls, ribbons and silk. I want that boy, to be laying next to me, and wok box everyday.

Silver, Gold, and Lingerie

I don't want Romeo, I don't want Diamonds, I don't want a money tree or a mansion. I don't want all the things you have to offer me. I want to see past the materialist dream, I want raw emotion, the tree on the hill, the first kiss back, I want to experience everything you don't want me to see. Maybe you can see that I just want to be me, and I don't want you