LOVE
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
-Honore de Balzac
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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee with the love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,-I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!-If God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
- Elizabeth Browning
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