Love and friendship.

                                                     Love is a friendship set to music.

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Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
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.

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♥In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.
♥Come live with me and be my love, and we will some new pleasures prove, of golden sands, and crystal beaches, with silken lines and silver hooks..
♥Like music on the waters is they sweet voice to me.
♥You're nothing short of my everything.
♥Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
♥Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within the reach of every hand.
♥Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.