everything, love, really, yourself
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
love, never lose, enjoyed, part
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 is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves