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 to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.
LOVE, LOVE CAN SOMETIMES BE MAGIC
I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.
All love shifts and changes. I don't know if you can be wholeheartedly in love all the time.
LOVE, WHOLEHEARTEDLY IN LOVE ALL THE TIME