True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
"Long after moments of closeness have passed, a part of you remains with me and warms the places your hands have touched and hastens my heart for your return."
A bell is no bell ''til you ring it,
A song is no song ''til you sing it,
And love in your heart
Wasn’t put there to stay -
Love isn’t love
Til you give it away.
