Love is like a friendship caught on fire.
In the beginning a flame, very pretty,
Often hot and fierce,
But still only light and flickering.
As love grows older,
Our hearts mature
And our love becomes as coals,
Deep-burning and unquenchable.
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
"I''ll give you the moon at night
I''ll give you star that lights your eyes
I''ll give you the sun that made just one more dawn
So another day may come
I''ll give you my heart and soul
I''ll be there to catch you when you fall
When you ask me what I give to you
Girl I''ll give it all"
Loving, knowing that you are going to get hurt is like living knowing that you are going to die. But not loving so you don''t get hurt is like killing yourself before you die.
I will make love my greatest weapon and none on who I call can defend against its force... My love will melt all hearts liken to the sun whose rays soften the coldest day
