The only thing necessary in this world is love. Everything else is secondary.

Think the tree that bears nutrition:
though the fruits are picked,
the plant maintains fruition.
So give all the love you have.
Do not hold any in reserve.
What is given is not lost; it shall return.

Love is a snowflake for no two are ever the same.

The only path wide enough for us all is love.

All kinds of people read poetry: revolutionaries, scholars, sentimentalists etc. But above all else, lovers read poetry. Why? Because we fell in love. And then we fell in love with love.

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