People only have their kind of love to give. But does it mean they don't love with all they are capable of?

The woman is a reflection of her man's love. A well-loved woman sees the world through the lenses of her heart. The warrior in her lays down her weapons and the woman in her blossoms. You can't miss her - she is the woman with the sway in her hips and laughter in her eyes, she is the woman with the spirit of a young girl but with a soul as gentle as the summer breeze. Her love for him is as deep as the ocean because she knows.....she is the reflection of his love.

Progress has the most value in its timing. We are not growing trees!

Love is never enough. Madness is enough. It is complete, sufficient unto itself. You can only stand outside it as a woman might stand outside a prison in which her lover is locked up. From time to time, a well-loved face will peer out and love floods back. A scrap of cloth flutters and it becomes a sign and a code and a message and all that you want it to be. Then it vanishes and you are outside the dark tower again.

To make one person the center of your world is bound to end in disaster. There are too many factors outside your control.

I love my rabbit, my family rabbit.