Love fell no burdens, thinks nothing of trouble, attempts what is above its strength, and places no excuse of impossibility. My heart is like a singing bird, whose nest is in a watered shoot. My heart is like a apple tree. Whose boughs are bent with the thickest fruit. My heart is like a rainbow. That paddles in a halcyon sea. A heart that loves is always young and is for love and nothing for reward. It is natural to love than that love us, but it is super-nautral to love them that hate us. There is no remedy for love, but to love more. At the touch of love, everybody becomes a poet. The heart has reason that reason does not understand. But love`s malady without a cure. LOVE...the golden key that opens the palace of Eternity.
