LOVE, HONESTY
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
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.
Tell me who admires and loves you, and I will tell you who you are.
love, admires, quite different, before
All love shifts and changes. I don't know if you can be wholeheartedly in love all the time.
LOVE, WHOLEHEARTEDLY IN LOVE ALL THE TIME
True love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can it be denied where it does.
LOVE, TRUE LOVE CANNOT BE FOUND