halfway, love, listen
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
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.
In love the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remain two.
love occurs, become one, remain two
Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.
Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.