Love is a despot who spares no one.

Sublime cool breezes Relieve, hot sultry moments. Wax and wanes against the tide Forgive, under soft moonlight. Passes over us like a storm Feel, the pause of exhilaration. Moving ripples in the stream Hope, in the shallows of darkness. Splendor of raindrops Listen, to the moments lost. Perpetuates plunge from the Jetty Nurture, the joy of faith. Plummet into the Abyss Breathe, the rise and fall of emotion.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

Perfect love is rare indeed - for to be a lover will require that you continually have the subtlety of the very wise, the flexibility of the child, the sensitivity of the artist, the understanding of the philosopher, the acceptance of the saint, the tolerance of the scholar and the fortitude of the certain.

Friendship often ends in love; but love in friendship - never.

Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.