Some of my best years I have wasted
Love is not premeditated.
It is spontaneous.
It bursts up in extraordinary ways.
There is no mathematical certainty in love.
Love is not thrust upon us from without.
It is born within.
Love is rare commodity.
It knows of no bargain,
and is free from
all calculation.
It is born in the heart,
and not in mind, or head,
or any other body part.
Without love every act is barren
and every thought is vain.
Love is a gift of God to man;
it is his signet-ring;
it must be worn at all times;
he
cannot do without it.
Without love life will become
a desert of spirits;
where the wells of passion are dry;
where the fire
of life
is extinguished.
Love is the word of God to man,
and the word of man to God.
Akshr
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