16 thoughts on “My Love

  1. Love, as illusive as smoke and as thirsty as a flower. Love takes attention to grow and flourish, neglect to do that, and love shrivels into nothingness…

  2. There are different kinds of knowing…different kinds of love. After awhile we give up the definitions because they only reflect our own prejudices. And we’ve grown tired of them following us around…the little tyrants.

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