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love iz temporary madness..it erupts lyke an earthquake den subsides..n when it subsides u hve to mke a decision..u hve to work out whether ur roots hve bcome so entwined togeda dat it iz inconceivable dat u should eva part..bcoz diz was love iz..love iz not breathlessnes, it iz not excitement..it iz not promulgation of promises of eternal passion..dat iz juz being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we r..love itself iz wut left over being in love has burned away, n diz both an art n a fortunate accident..it iz a mystery y we fall in love..it iz a mystery ow it happens..it iz a mystery when it comes..it iz a mystery y sum love grows n sum love fails..u can analyze diz mystery n look fer reasons n causes, but u will neva do anymore dat take da lyfe out of da experience..love iz more den da sum of interests n attractions n commonalitiesdat two pple share..n juz as lyfe itself iz a gift dat comes n goes in its on tyme, so too, da comin of love muz b taken as an unfathomable gift dat cannot b quetioned in its ways..rememba dat u dun choose love, love choose u..all u can really do iz accept it fer all its mystery when it comes to ur lyfe..love has its tyme, its own season, its own reason fer comin n goin..u cant bribe it or coerce, or reason it into stayin..u can only embrace it when it arrives n give it away when it comes to u..but if it chooses to leave frm ur heart, there iz nutink u can do n there iz nutink u should do..love owez has been n owez will be a mystery..da most wonderful of all tinks in lyfe izda discovery of another human being wif whom one's relationship has a growin depth, beauty n joy as da years increase..diz inner progressiveness of love between two human beings iz a most marvelous tink, it can b found by lookin fer it or by passionately wishin fer it..it iz a sort of divine accident, n da most wonderful of all tinks in a lyfe..love means to commit oneself without guarantee, to give oneself completely in da hope dat our love will produce love in da love person..love iz an act of faith, n whoever iz of little faith iz also of little love..u come to love not by findin da perfect person, but by seeinan imperfect person perfectly..love iz da emblem of eternity, it confounds all notion of tyme, affaces all memory of a beginnin, all fear of an end..love iz lyke a fwenship caught on fire, in da beginnin a flame, very pretty, often hawt n fierce but still only light n flickerin..as love grows older, our heart mature n our love bcomes as coals deep-burnin n unquenchable..love iz as much of an object as an obsession, evrybody wuns it, evrybody seeks it, but few ever achieves it, those who do will cherish it, b lost in it, n among all, neva..neva foget it..love feels no burden, regards not labors, strives toward more den it attains, argues not of impossibility, since it believes dat it may n can doall tinks..therefore it avails fer all tinks n fulfils n accomplishes much where wun not a lover fallsn lies helpless..true love iz lyke ghost,which evrybody talks about n few hve seen..love doesnt sit there lyke a stone, it has to b made, lyke bread, remade all da tyme made new..u'll neva know true hepiness until u hve truly loved, n u'll neva understand wut pain really iz until u hve lost it..love iz a hidden fire, a pleasant sore, a delicious poison, a delectable pain, an agreeable torment, a sweet n throbbin wound, a gentle death..lyfe has taught us dat love does not consist in gazing at each other but in lookin outward togeda in da same direction..love iz a symbol of eternity..it wipes out all sense of tyme, destroyin all memory of beginnin n all fear of an end..love iz sweet tyranny, bcoz da love endureth his torments willingly..love neva reasons but profusely gives. lyke a thoughtless prodigal, its all, n trembles lest it has done too little..love withers under constraints: its very essence iz liberty: it iz compatible neither wif obedience, jealousy, nor fear it iz there most pure, perfect, n unlimited where its votaries live in confidence, equality n unreserve....