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I'm in love with you and your entire being. Your hands and the way they hold mine. Your eyes and the way they smile at mine. Your lips and the way they fit with mine. Everything about you. And it's all mine. (k.v)

If a poem hasn't ripped apart your soul; you haven't experienced poetry. - Edgar Allan Poe

تَعلَّمتُ منكَ ثَباتيْ وقوَّةَ حُزنيْ وحيداً …

I can't hold enough of you in my hands. -Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena