LOVE
If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.
When you have really exhausted an experience you always reverence and love it.
LOVE, EXHAUSTED AN EXPERIENCE YOU ALWAYS REVERENCE
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.