Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand.
LOVE, LOVE IS A FRUIT IN SEASON AT ALL TIMES
Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.
We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.
Love is always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly and without expectation. We don't love to be loved we love to love.
love, gift, freely, willingly, expectation