Love is blind. Love of money is blind. Greed and money make people forfeit the quiddity of life, banish them from what is essential and alienate them from themselves. They lose their identity and become drifting exiles. ( "Money rocking and rolling" )

Love is like a musical score, sometimes very tuneful, creating a harmony of sounds, sometimes extremely harsh, striking a hell of false notes. (“Love lying fallow “)

When love slides into the edge of unconcern or vanishes in the cornfield of forgetfulness, our mind must loosen the knots that tie us to the barren fields of a lost past. ("The Internet rescue")

When a soothing wind blows gently love through the thistledown of expectations, hope may inveigle the future for timeless care and tenderness to be anchored in a bay of good luck. ("Happiness blowing in the wind" )

Love is a challenge with an illusion emanating an aura of otherness. Through their unrelenting attention, two smitten people can arouse a to and fro conveyance of sentiments, with a go-between of emotions becoming a weighty sovereign messenger, gradually turning into a third partner of a "ménage à trois" union. ("I seek you")

Let us join the flow of ethereal vibrations when love is at our fingertips and encounter the mystery and wonder of unsuspected instants. Let us dip into the marvel of the budding and the blooming spray of our dreams brightening up our path. ("Crystallization under an umbrella")

Love is hope and expectation. If many want to pencil it in, some don’t dare to ink it in, because love also means mystery and enigma. ( " Love as dizzy as a cathedral")

After dispelling love or ravaging hate has done its work, we may come into remission from sorrow or regret and needn’t freak out while creating a soothing space for cuddling up into the warmth of a new haven. (“Finally unbend.”)

Love is illiterate. Whether we write it big or small, we cannot read it. We might only guess. ( "I seek you" )