alone, born love
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
LOVE, WHEN WE LOVED NOT ENOUGH
Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.
True love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can it be denied where it does.
LOVE, TRUE LOVE CANNOT BE FOUND