“ Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet. ”
Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
To live in this world you must be able to do three things- to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go
That's love: Two lonely persons keep each other safe and touch each other and talk to each other.
Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is!