i love you like a thousand candles lit.
i love you across the years, the sea, the miles and even the universe of stars.
i love you without regard to any other thing
i love you with fear of the power it holds
Perfectly said,
i love you.
a little poetry for this day of love♥️
Nicely said, Beck.
As much as I think I love you, it turns out I love you even more than that.
Awww. I love you too!
I love you 3000.
"Love is a very funny thing
It captures young and old
Like a plate of boarding house hash
That many a man has sold.
It’ll make you feel like a freshwater eel
Cause your head to swell
Lose your mind 'cause love is blind
And take all your money as well."
–Charlie Poole.
Love is love, you can’t define it-squeaky.
I love Beck.
You love Beck.
Aliens love Beck.
Happy Valentine’s Day, Beck! You are much loved on this board.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Everyone here loves Beck,
Yes we do! 
I love you 3001.
“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”
-Rumi
“I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence, and as justice loves to sit and watch everything go wrong.” Lemony Snicket
“Let’s be wild and brave
And tender and soft
And bright and sweet and
Lovely and free.
And let’s be
Stars and galaxies and stardust
And bits of light
And let’s be wonderful and beautiful
And small and yet too big
And strong but vulnerable
And let’s be
Diamonds and dust
And dreamers and fighters
And fire and joy and grace
Let’s be me and you.” GC
“If the world was upside down,
And the seas washed upon the heavens,
Sand became stardust,
Forests danced like northern lights,
And we were swimming through the Milky Way,
One thing I know,
No matter how the universe shifts,
I’ll still be holding you.”
Sonnet 43 (Sonnets from the Portuguese )
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death
– Elizabeth B Browning.
A bushel and a peck
And a hug around the neck
You, you, you
You, you you
Ah, but spare a thought for the emotionally underprivileged:
