LOVE, MOVING SEA BETWEEN THE SHORES OF YOUR SOULS
If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.
Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.
meet someone,tells you something
Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to give - which is everything.
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