If I were the rain. . . that binds together the Earth and the sky, whom in all eternity will never mingle. . . Would I be able to bind two hearts together?
Little Wing is like one of these beautiful girls that come around sometimes ... you play your gig; it's the same thing as the olden days, and these beautiful girls come around.. you do actually fall in love with them because that's the only love you can have. It's not always the physical thing of "Oh, there's one over there ...", it's not one of those scenes. They actually tell you something. They release different things inside themselves ... "Little Wing" was a very sweet girl that came around that gave me her whole life and more if I wanted it.
You make me feel like a candy apple, red and horny.
Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.
Music lives within thy lips Like a nightingale in roses.
If Love Were Oil, / I'd Be About a Quart Low.
He was my cream, and I was his coffee - And when you poured us together, it was something.
My love is like a tire iron.
Love is a net that catches hearts like a fish
The groom is like a flower of gold. When he walks, blossoms at his feet unfold.
Wine is a bride who brings a great dowry to the man who woos her persistently and gracefully.
He was the heat of a fire and the sweetness of the moon I'd only just met.
My love is a thousand French poets puking black blood on your Cure CD collection.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Your kisses are snowflakes: each one is unique. They land on me, before they melt away and leave me cold.
You are my Marilyn. You are my lake full of fishes. You are my sky set, my 'Hollywood in Miniature,' my pink Cadillac, my highway, my martini, the stage for my heart to rock and roll on, the screen where my movies light up.
Paris is like a beautiful woman, but she's very haughty, she's not interested in you. She's very nice to look at but you can't quite get it together with her.
Oh, he was the sun burning bright and brittle And she was the moon shining back his light a little He was a shooting star She was softer and more slowly He could not make things possible But, she could make them holy.
I wanted to make 'Mexicana Hermosa.' It's a love song, but it isn't. It's more like a song as if Mexico was the Maria, the beautiful woman that I love.
probably for every man there is at least one city that sooner or later turns into a girl. how well or how badly the man actually knew the girl doesn’t necessarily affect the transformation. she was there, and she was the whole city, and that’s that
You know what’s a great metaphor for love? Sleeping beauty. Because you have to plow through this incredible thicket of thorns in order to get to beauty, and even then, when you get there, you still have to wake her up. — Tiny Cooper
