Love itself describes its own Perfection.
Be speechless and listen.
Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.”
We always believe our first love is our last, and our last love our first.
- George W. Melville
True love is your soul’s recognition of its counterpart in another.
I love you more than words can wield the matter, Dearer than eyesight, space and liberty.
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