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.
THE SPACE BETWEEN MY MOMENTS IS THE TIME WHICH STAYS FOREVER..
"TIME AND SPACE ARE TWO CONSTANTS GETTING ME CLOSER TO U ..WEN DEY WILL MEET I WILL MEET U ...."
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.
