Love and passion turns a lover into a pool of desire.
Love makes a work of Art of all that surrounds two lovers.
Night separates lovers, but Love flies the distance between them.
A lover casts her love far and wide, for her beloved to find it.
Although we cannot physically be together, your love is Enough.
How Love has compelled a springtime to blossom in my heart!
What beautiful things could have been, last year when we walked to the India Wharf…
A lover prefers the grief of a broken hearted Love to no Love at all.
A lover feels floods of passion that daunt even Love himself.
A separated lover hears her lover’s Love, and returns it over the gulf between them.