Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
Do I love you because you're beautiful, Or are you beautiful because I love you?
Let your love be like the misty rains, coming softly, but flooding the river.
Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.
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