He, full of bashfulness and truth, loved much, hoped little, and desired naught.
Perhaps if only once you did enjoy The thousandth part of all the happiness A heart beloved enjoys, returning love, Repentant, you would surely sighing say, “All time is truly lost and gone Which is not spent in serving love.”
Love is when he gives you a piece of your soul, that you never knew was missing.
True love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can it be denied where it does.
Any time not spent on love is wasted.
Love is when you don't have to be with another person to touch their heart!