| J'adore Love, is not to be taken lightly. It is no toy, nor a trinket. It's bounds are not know, etheral. Time holds not in its barriers, death no dominion. Love, a single course. No man can have it twice, for if he does, he hath had it not at all. No woman can taste from its sweet lips beyond that which comes once. Love, thou give, not take. She is cherished beyond the fairest maiden, beyond the most luminous stars, beyond the most precious of jewels, beyond. Her being, the utmost pedestal of honor, of respect. Love, not of touch, but of soul. It lives not in our hands, but in the heart. For blind are the eyes of the man that loves the greatest. Empty are the arms of the woman whom adores the most. Love, dream manifested, inner beauty revealed. It cannot find solace in self, in lust. It is devoid of conflict, it vanishes when it is lost. Red are the hands of the loveless. Deep the heart delves, searching, ever searching. Love, no regrets it proceeds. Past forgotten. Presently changing. Future blessing. |