Man cannot reap love until after sad and revealing separation, and bitter patience, and desperate hardship.
Love is the only flowers that grows and blossoms without the aid of seasons.
Love passes by us, robed in meekness; but we flee from her in fear, or ride in the darkness; or else pursue her, to do evil in her name.
Love is the only freedom in the world because it so elevates the spirit that the laws of humanity and the phenomena of nature do not alter its course
Love,
When sought out, is an ailment
Between the flesh and the bone,
And only when youth has passed Does the pain bring rich and
Sorrowful knowledge.
Darkness may hide the trees and the flowers from the eyes but it cannot hide love from the soul.
The power to
Love is God's greatest gift to man,
For it never will be taken from the Blessed on who loves.
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