When you're in love you never really know whether your elation comes from the qualities of the one you love, or if it attributes them to her; whether the light which surrounds her like a halo comes from you, from her, or from the meeting of your sparks.
Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.
Love would never be a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with light of faith, water of sincerity and air of passion.
Sometimes we make love with our eyes. Sometimes we make love with our hands. Sometimes we make love with our bodies. Always we make love with our hearts.
