Life is the flower for which love is the honey. Good morning and wish you blessed Sunday of the new month

Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused

In the end we discover that to love and let go can be the same thing

My heart’s been borrowed and yours has been blue. All’s well that ends well to end up with you.

Women are meant to be loved, not to be understood.