I never wanted to be a martyr—even for love. I don’t want to die for love. I want to live for it.

We call a story about love
a love story.
We call a poem about love
a love poem.
Well then, my dear, aren’t our lives
love lives?

We all have the ability to make someone's life better with our love.

I don’t want to be remembered for my work. I want to be remembered for my love.

Like freshly cut roses,
I place life in a vase...
of love.

The thing about love is that you will never run out of it. It's an ever-flowing river. So go ahead and LOVE. What are you saving all this love for — death?