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.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
LOVE, WHEN WE LOVED NOT ENOUGH
Tell me who admires and loves you, and I will tell you who you are.
love, admires, quite different, before
There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.
LOVE, THERE IS NO DISGUISE WHICH CAN HIDE LOVE