LOVE, ACCEPT THE THINGS TO WHICH FATE BINDS YOU
Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.
Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.
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.
Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand.
LOVE, LOVE IS A FRUIT IN SEASON AT ALL TIMES