All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built >>
With care, and skill, and cunning art, She parried Time's malicious da >>
The splendid discontent of God With chaos made the world. And from the >>
Love is what you've been through with somebody. >>
You talk too much, you laugh too loud, that's the price of love. >>
Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but f >>
It has ever been since time began, and ever will be, till time lose breath, that love is a mood --no more --to man, and love to a woman is life or death.