Is it, in heav'n, a crime to love too well?
I love marriage. I failed at marriage, but I'd rather go into anything with gusto and fail than go into it half-assed.
What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine
All sorts of yayness floods my brain. Love is such a drug.
A lover tries to stand in well with the pet dog of the house.
In Christian marriage, love is not an option. It is a duty.
Staid middle age loves the hurricane passions of opera.
Since there's no more you and me. It's time I let you go so I Can Be Free.
You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
So of course time is necessary. But nevertheless damn painful, for it transforms all the pieces of your life - joy and sorrow, youth and age, love and hate, terror and bliss - from fire into smoke rising up the air and dissipating on a breeze.