"Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit. Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving. When love is not madness, it is not love. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Love is the condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own. Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke. You know you're in love when you don't want to fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams. Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable. "
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