Love – are you still excited by a coat you wear every day? Love is not a coat – I was told in reply...

Without a proper spelling what is good poetry? A good perfume on dirty skin or a bad coat!

A great love is like a powerful magnetic storm. When it passes, it leaves behind large stretches of planet Human in total darkness.

The loved one is all that, by being missed, completes us. Alone, everyone's essence lacks it.

In time we learn that the ones that loved us sincerely have died or are too far away anyway.

(Almost) nobody loves you without at least a tiny bit of personal agenda. Respect to those who can love without asking, without waiting for something in return.