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
Tell me who admires and loves you, and I will tell you who you are.
love, admires, quite different, before
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
Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.
LOVE, LOVE CAN SOMETIMES BE MAGIC
Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.