Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook
that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give
thanks for another day of loving.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook
that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give
thanks for another day of loving.
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