LOVE is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
LOVE is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
At the touch of LOVE everyone becomes a poet.
LOVE does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does.
LOVE is a battle, LOVE is a war; LOVE is growing up.
LOVE is the flower you've got to let grow.
When LOVE is not madness, it is not LOVE.
I have found the paradox, that if you LOVE until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more LOVE.
I like not only to be LOVED, but to be told I am LOVED.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart.
It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it.
You and you alone make me feel that I am alive.
