A mighty pain to love it is,
And ’tis a pain that pain to miss;
But, of all pains, the greatest pain
Is to love, but love in vain.
Abraham Cowley
You send me all
You send me all these roses. Every time I think the last bouquet has arrived, finally, another turns up. I’m running out of vases. I didn’t know roses came in so many colors. You say they’re the perfect symbols of love because they have thorns and love is pain. I say life is pain, highness. … Read more