The most wonderful of all things in life is the discovery of another human being with whom one's relationship has a growing depth,beauty and joy as the years increase.This inner progressiveness between two souls,is a most marvellous thing.This is love....where you find a glimpse of heaven....it distills desire upon the eyes,and brings bewitching grace to the heart.

Love is when new pleasures prove,of golden sands,and crystal beaches,with silken lines and silver hooks......

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is.

Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away,and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

It's like the roots that grow towards each other underground,and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from the branches,we realise that we are one tree and not two.

Love is like a friendship caught on fire:in the beginning a flame,very pretty,often hot and fierce,but still only light and flickering.As love grows older,our hearts become mature and our love becomes as coals,deep burning and unquenchabale.

Don't you agree that it is the enchanted dawn of every heart????