THE PHILOSOPHY OF LOVE PART III.h

We are not the same persons this year as last;nor are those we love. It is happy chance if we,changing, continue to love a change person. We are a little weird and life’s a little weird, and find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join with them fall in mutual weirdness and call it love. Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination. Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Love is metaphysical gravity. Love is my religion I could die for it. Love is the self delusion we manufacture to justify the trouble we take to have sex. Love would never be a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with light of faith,water of sincerity and air of passion. Just because somebody doesn’t love you the way you want them to, doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have. If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?
Anyone can catch your eye,but it takes someone special to catch your heart. Love is missing someone whenever you’re apart,but somehow feeling warm inside because you’re close in heart. Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another. You learn to like someone when you find out what makes them laugh,but you can never truly love someone until you find what makes them cry. I am the piano love writer playing the lyrics of true deep romantic love ,ushering you to my succulent love world .

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