“Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate, Love sells the proud heart's citadel to fate.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Rupert Brooke (Illustrated)
“Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate, Love sells the proud heart's citadel to fate.”
“I thought when love for you died, I should die. It's dead. Alone, most strangely, I live on.”