loving, measured, giving, love
Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with another.
LOVE, LOVE IS OUR TRUE DESTINY
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope
Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.