I have no use for these other loves.Seal them shut in jarsand place them in the pantry. A reserve of love.Thank them for their love.They are so kind.Perhaps store them in the fridgeFor others to take.They say love is a panacea. I know it is not.Flakes of snow,no two are alike.When I am down on my knees, hopeless and angry,for the world no longer makes sense,I won't look in the pantry or fridge.It is your hand pressing on my shoulderthat makes me whole,makes me forget.What trouble? What world?

There is nothing I can do that won’t bring me back to you.

I’m a winner because I always bet on you.

Your omnipresence is marvellous!I breathe and you enter me.I exhale and enter into you.

Love fills the infinite.

To understand and be understood is to be at peace

Love is the only reason that is reason enough

Beauty is the manifestation of love.

A man's shortcoming lies in the belief that he must always assert his manliness. A woman's shortcoming lies in the belief that she must always repress it.