True love is eluding me......perhaps it is never meant to be

The most tragic part of love is the unwillingness to accept it

If you say your a man of your word and in the end you have no words what does that make you

The glory of love is overshadowed by things left unsaid

Love is a flower in bloom, a singing bird in a tree, a cresting wave, a sonet......everything that money cannot buy

I opened up my heart and gave you all I had....never feeling this degree of love before. Your analytical nature over road your heart and you walked away. Perhaps the best part of love is using your heart and not being afraid of something so pure and true