A Quote by John William Fletcher

Leap hearts to lips, and in our kisses meet. — © John William Fletcher
Leap hearts to lips, and in our kisses meet.

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Does not all the blood within me Leap to meet thee, leap to meet thee, As the springs to meet the sunshine.
This Girl with nothing but her own strength and a desire to be free. With nothing but a beating heart that is scared to be alone. With nothing but clear blue eyes that see through me and understand me. With nothing but open arms ready to receive me. To stand by me. To walk with me. To love me. I love her. Lilly. The Girl with nothing and everything. Lilly. I love her. A tear appears. She smiles. She leans forward kisses my lips softly kisses me and as our lips touch barely touch she whispers. I love you too, James. Our lips barely touching she whispers. I love you. Whispers. I love you.
When he kissed me, his lips soft and careful, it was all the thrill of our first kiss and all the practiced familiarity of the accumulated memory of all our kisses.
It's our Christian duty to offer spiritual worship to God that engages our minds, stirs our hearts & flows from our lips
And sometimes when the night is slow The wretched and the meek We gather up our hearts and go A Thousand Kisses Deep.
Humans are the only animal that blushes, laughs, has religion, wages war, and kisses with lips. So in a way, the more you kiss with lips, the more human you are. And the more you wage war.
There will be no song on our lips if there be no anguish in our hearts.
Our lips are full of praise, but our hearts are far removed from the prophets we all claim. That’s why the world is in the shape that it’s in.
there's no forsaking what you love no existential leap as witnessed here in time and blood a thousand kisses deep
Kisses kept are wasted; Love is to be tasted. There are some you love, I know; Be not loathe to tell them so. Lips go dry and eyes grow wet Waiting to be warmly met. Keep them not in waiting yet; Kisses kept are wasted.
Then let amourous kisses dwell On our lips, begin and tell A Thousand and a Hundred score A Hundred and a Thousand more
Lips move; lips touch; lips signal. Lips are on the outside for show, and on the most secret inside of your mouth. Lips frame words that lie. Lips frame a hole that wants to be filled.
I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love, and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me.
And if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you'd read this letter with your lips.
It's tough to stay married. My wife kisses the dog on the lips, yet she won't drink from my glass.
And tonight our skin, our bones, that have survived our fathers, will meet, delicate in the hold, fastened together in an intricate lock. Then one of us will shout, "My need is more desperate!" and I will eat you slowly with kisses even though the killer in you has gotten out.
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