Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eye, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
"I may not get to see you as often as I like. I may not get to hold you in my arms all through the night. But deep in my heart I truly know, you''re the one that I love, and I can''t let you go."