Whole life is a search for the splendor of love, companionship, and beauty. When I found you, my search ended, and we began a magnificent journey of one heart, one mind, and one destiny.

Romantic love is deeper than reality; it is more complex, intricate, fragile, and ethereal than reality. Reality does not inspire the exhilaration and ecstasy of love. Imaginative persons whom believe in love experience the exhalation and poetic frenzy of rapture.

Romantic love is a glorious tragedy for the soul. Losing love leaves us depleted in the blackened landscape. Chard by our obsessions we feel lost, alone, and desperate. In our weakened condition, we glean a new wisdom, a seasoned humility, and a rising sense of decorum.

Love is the ultimate salvation of the soul.

Deep within each of us, we treasure all remembered acts of love and kindness. Love lost resembles a stone that plunges into a deep well, as the water continues to ripple long after the stone comes to a rest at the bottom of the well.

The irony of lost love is that a person discovers wisps of wisdom when addressing their bundle of pain and frayed emotions. Relationships that fan out in flames contain learning rubrics in the dying embers.

The powerful effect of love is invisible but it is a potent transformer of the self.

Love is a panacea for a wound that never stops weeping.

Encountering the sweet mystery of first love is life altering.