Beloved

1120 – "She Did Not Need Much", a poem by Starra Neely Blade

She did not need much,
wanted very little.
A kind word, sincerity,
fresh air, clean water,
a garden, kisses,
books to read,
sheltering arms, a cosy bed,
and to love and be loved in return.

-Starra Neely Blade

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1056 – "I almost wish we were butterflies and lived but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain."

-John Keats to Fanny Brawne

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1004 – “Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”

-Anaïs Nin

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933 – We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness — and call it love — true love.

-Robert Fulghum

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