LOVE
Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.
Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.
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.
All love shifts and changes. I don't know if you can be wholeheartedly in love all the time.