Recently I’ve been thinking of the love poems I won’t be writing. But I do find my ‘would be’ words in the writings of others. When it comes to love, it’s hard to beat Kahlil Gibran.
“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation”
“If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were”
“Love and doubt have never been on speaking terms”
“And think not you can guide the course of love. For love, if it finds you worthy, shall guide your course.”
On the other hand there’s the love guru, Woody Allen, who came up with this,
“I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox”
For poignancy: “I miss you a little, I guess you could say, a little too much, a little to often, and a little more each day.”
I don’t know who said that, but I know.
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