There is no love greater than that which trapped you as a silly a Spring day, and you never felt the need to leave.

My body is sky and in my soul flocks of angels are flying, wings of joys, spring burdens.

Spring – we feel it equally all the souls, and blossom – soul flower gardens, we become the earth, the skies.

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.