Past pluperfect…

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America's Top Model, Arturo Torres, Fashion, Gotye, Khrystyana Kazakova, Love, Photography, Relationships, Somebody That I Used To Know

© Arturo Torres

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember.
lyrics from Somebody That I Used To Know by Gotye 

We are now just points on each other’s timelines.

Model: Khrystyna Kazakova

Believing in you…

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Faith in You, Love, Photography, Randy Travis, Relationships

The more I search for my significance,
Seems the more I disappear.
And I wonder, have I made a difference in anybody’s life
Since I’ve been here. 
And I can hear your laughter
It’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever known
I don’t know how love happens,
But I know I’ not alone.
And I do have faith in you. 
lyrics from Faith in You by Randy Travis

I have always had your back, too.

Loving again and again…

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning, If Thou Must Love Me, Love, Photography, Poetry, romance, Tea time

© Joan Currie

If thou must love me, let it be for naught
Except for love’s sake only. Do not say,
‘I love her for her smile – her look – her way
Of speaking gently, – for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day’ –
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee – and love,
so wrought.
from If Though Must Love Me by Elizabeth Barrett Browning 

 Surely after all these years our love is transcendent.

Love’s arrival…

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If Love Should Come, Love, Lucy Maud Montgomery, Photography, Poetry, Writing

National Gallery, London

If love should come,
Against him would I dare to bar the door,
And, unregretful, bid him come no more?
from the poem If Love Should Come by Lucy Maud Montgomery 

Love is welcome at my door.

Failure to thrive…

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Edna St. Vincent Millay, Fashion, Love, Love Is Not All, Photography, Poetry, Reflections, Relationships, Writing

© Lauren DiMarco

Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
from Love Is Not All by Edna St. Vincent Millay 

Hold me, kiss me, love me…

The end of pillow talk…

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Bed, Christina Rossetti, Love, Love lost, Photography, Pillow talk, Poetry, Relationships, Tears, Writing

© Joan Currie

Lie still, lie still my breaking heart;
My silent heart, lie still and break:
Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
For a dream’s sake.
by Christina Rossetti

Thinking of the days that will never be…

Your heart is with me…

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America's Top Model, Beauty, e.e. cummings, Fashion, i carry your heart with me, Khrystyana Kazakova, Love, Photography, Poetry, Writing

© Khrystynana Kazakova

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in 
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
from i carry your heart with me by e. e. cummings 

Some days I need all of you – in the flesh.

Model: Khrystynana Kazakova

Transcendent love…

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Beauty, Desire, Fashion, Lauren DiMarco, Love, Photography, Samuel Taylor Coleridge

© Creative Smiles Photography – detail

When true Love burns Desire is Love’s pure flame;
It is the reflex of our earthly frame,
That takes its meaning from the nobler part,
And but translates the language of the heart.
from Desire by Samuel Taylor Coleridge 

You have shown me the purest form of love.

Model: Lauren DiMarco

Future tripping…

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America's Top Model, Beauty, Fashion, Khrystyna Kazakova, Love, Photography, Relationships

© Khrystyana Kazakova

When he saw her there was a recognition,
a sense that they would be together
for the rest of their lives.
She never felt the same way.
from All for Naught by Joan Currie

I have learned to put a governor on my romantic imaginings.

Model: Khrystyna Kazakova

Lust’s lure…

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beautiful, Love, Lust, Maksim Zaitsev, Male figure, Olesya Aleksandronis, Oscar Wilde, Photography, Poetry, The Harlot's House

© Olesya Aleksandronis

They took each other by the hand,
And danced a stately saraband;
Their laughter echoed thin and shrill.

Sometimes a clockwork puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.

from The Harlot’s House by Oscar Wilde

Where did that lustful lover go?

Model: Maksim Zaitsev