Can you lie next to her And give her your heart, your heart As well as your body And can you lie next to her And confess your love, your love As well as your folly And can you kneel before the king And say I’m clean, I’m clean
But tell me now, where was my fault In loving you with my whole heart Oh tell me now, where was my fault In loving you with my whole heart
“You are beautiful,” he said suddenly.
“How do you know?”
“Because for women moonlight is the hardest light of all.”
“Am I nice in the moonlight?”
“You are the loveliest thing that I have ever known.”—F. Scott Fitzgerald, Short Stories (via carouselinparis)