Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.
Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.
LOVE, LOVE IS ALWAYS OPEN ARMS
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.
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.