LOVE
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.
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
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
A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.