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.
You''ve experienced
True Love
If you''ve taken away d
feelings, taken away d
passion & taken away d
romance
Only to find th8 even
after th8
You Still Care
All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.
Jis insan ko gussa zayada aata hai wo insan piyar bhi utuna hi zayada karta hai Becoz If red is a danger showing colour then red is also the colour of love
