Never mind love. What is it? The dream of a few weeks. That is all its joy. The disappointment of life is its Nemesis. Who was ever successful in true love? Maybe I am just wrong for feeling the way I do, thoughts indecent, want to put those down to you. I know you have a love, I do not want to tie, when you are free at night just make those hours mine.

I can be another lover in your life. I can be the reason you are out at night. I can be all the things you thought one might. I can be on the side and that would be alright, alright. Love just is not my thing, but half of you might be enough for two or more, you do not have to believe in me.

Fine like expensive wine, drunk off a glass of you, I think all might be too much, so weekends for me are cool. I can be another lover in your life. I can be the other reason you are out at night. Success in love argues that love is false. True love is always despondent or tragical.

For real true love we believe the best age is from forty five to seventy; up to that, men are generally given to mere flirting. It is as easy to love a girl, who has somethings, as one who has nothing. No, it is not; because the girls with money are scarce, and those without are plentiful.

For love, I could give up everything, but nothing from fear. The person whom you cannot care for in a novel, because they are so bad, are the very same that you so dearly love in your life, because they are so good. A man cannot understand that love which induces a woman to sacrifice her pride simply for his advantage.

I do not mind spending some time just hanging here with you because I do not find too many people who treat me like you do. Those others all want to take me for a ride, but when I walk they talk of suicide. Some people never get beyond their stupid pride, but you can see the real me inside and I am satisfied, oh no, ohh.

Even though the gods are crazy, even though the stars are blind, if you show me real love, baby, I will show you mine. I can make it nice and naughty, be the devil and an angel, too. Got a heart and soul and body, let us see what this love can do. Maybe I am perfect for you.

I could be your confidant, just one of you fun friends, but I know I am not what you want if tomorrow the World ends. Why should we not be with the one we really love? Now tell me who have you been dreaming of? I and I alone, oh, no. A man cannot understand that love which induces a person to sacrifice one’s pride for his advantage.

What does the only woman who my heart has stooped to love. What does love signify? How much real love do we ever see among married people? So you think I am bad, babe. And you keep acting like you want me. I do not need a little toy, you better turn it up just a little more. Get my attention, I am ready to go my, only intention is to give you a show.

Light it up, I know you want it. Take a bow. Let us get high off our love. High off our love. Do you want to get high off my love? Can you hear me? I am on an Xtina trip. You from Mars, baby? The night is young, it is time to kill it. Let us turn it up, I know you really want it.

I want to see you (oooh). Go hard as you can and let it show, you are making me dance. Tender love should show itself by tender conduct. How grand a thing it is to be equal with those whom you love! Jove smiles at lovers’ perjuries. Love and friendship know nothing of justice. The value of love is that it overlooks faults and forgives even crimes.

Love is involuntary. It does not often run in a yoke with prudence. Is there any inconstancy in ceasing to love when one is not loved? Is there inconstancy in changing one’s love, and in loving again? It has been difficult with me to love. The difficulty with most is not to love. In matters of love, men do not see clearly in their own affairs. He was a man who might be loved; but he was hardly a man for love.

Love is a passion which kindles honor into noble acts. The safest lover ever best succeeds. Love laughs at parsons. Love’s sweet violence, my only wickedness is that I love you; my only goodness, the same. Cupid is a knavish god; he can pierce the hearts of others, and hold a shield before his own.

We love with our ears, just as some love with their eyes, if you ever love at all. It seems to me that we never do anything else. Then you never really love. When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one’s self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the World calls romance.

The World is created anew for every person who is in love. There is therefore this constant miracle of a new Heaven and a new Earth. Was there every any love worth the name that could be controlled by calculations of expediency? Was there ever a young man who could see any reasons against the possession of the woman he loved?

If love levels ranks, it raises them too. In love, or unhappy, it is the same thing. Is anybody unhappy about another unless they are in love with them? Romance lives by repetition, and repetition converts an appetite into an art. Each time that one loves is the only time one has ever loved. Difference of object does not alter singleness. All right, then, I will go to hell [ rather than betray a loved one].