Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.
Love is a mess, at best, and I figure it can be very real in spite of all the things people try to attach to it.
I'm afraid love may not exist the way I want it to.
There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.
Love is dangerous; it's not something to be trifled with. As good as it feels on the way in, it feels that much worse on the way out.
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
Love has its own time, its own season, and its own reasons from coming and going. You cannot bribe it or coerce it or reason it into staying. You can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you.
Love cannot save you from your own fate.
Love must be learned, and learned again; there is no end to it.
Love is not love until love's vulnerable.