There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.
disguise, hide love, exists, simulate
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
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
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.