LOVE, DELIGHT
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
For though we love both the truth and our friends, piety requires us to honor the truth first.
LOVE, LOVE BOTH THE TRUTH AND OUR FRIENDS
Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war love is a growing up.
Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.
love, nature, furnished, embroidered, imagination