Love is also like a coconut which is good while it is fresh, but you have to spit it out when the juice is gone, what’s left tastes bitter.
We are all born for love. It is the principle of existence, and its only end.
Love means having to say you’re sorry every five minutes.
She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes.
If you love someone you say it, You say it right then, out loud, Or the moment just passes you by.
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