ourselves, different, love
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
All love shifts and changes. I don't know if you can be wholeheartedly in love all the time.
Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.
LOVE, ACCEPT THE THINGS TO WHICH FATE BINDS YOU
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
Love is what we were born with. Fear is what we learned here.
LOVE, FEAR IS WHAT WE LEARNED HERE
Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with another.