
At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.

At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.

Love puts the fun in together, the sad in apart, and the joy in a heart.

Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.

Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.

The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.
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