LOVE; what is love? A great and aching heart;
Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair.
Life; what is life? Upon a moorland bare
To see love coming and see love depart.
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Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.
by Henry van Dyke
Saints are God's flowers, fragrant souls
That His own hand hath planted,
Not in some far-off heavenly place,
Or solitude enchanted,
But here and there and everywhere,-