 
			 
						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
 
						Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
LOVE, MOVING SEA BETWEEN THE SHORES OF YOUR SOULS
 
						Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.