LOVE
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.
Love is the answer, and you know that for sure Love is a flower, you've got to let it grow.
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.
Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.