Love can never grow old,Locks may lose their brown and gold,Cheeks may fade and hollow grow,But the hearts that love will knowNever winter's frost and chill,Summer's warmth is in them still.
~ Anonymous.
Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.
~ Anonymous.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not
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