Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.
True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.
love is like ghosts, few have seen
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.
disguise, hide love, exists, simulate
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.