true-love

The papers say we're married, but it's the heart that writes the love story.

Love is about as strong, as two people want to make it.

Her soul was soothed by his presence, Her mind was soothed by his beliefsHer heart was soothed by his love And for the first time, she could see a future with someone who grabbed her by the hand and took her courageous being away from all that had her questioning life.

An acquaintance merely enjoys your company, a fair-weather companion flatters when all is well, a true friend has your best interests at heart and the pluck to tell you what you need to hear.

Then she questioned, "Too much idea about love, I wanna know what love is? Is there one right person for everyone? Is there true love? Can someone really beat your heart and conquer it?

Who was it that hurt you, stole the light out of your eyes? Cut a hole in your heart and let the love drain dry? Who was so damn careless, to leave you with such scars? Where will you find healing? Right here, within my arms.

So many went on a quest to tame her, The only man to win her heart was the one Who was also free.

And without my consent, with my defences in ruins, while my brain was sleeping, my stupid heart went and fell headfirst into love.

People are not born perfect.We make them perfect,By loving them perfectly.

It was electric and we couldn't deny it anymore, even when our words spoke different the energy we drew from each-other spoke too loud, it was almost impossible to ignore.

I think he won a tiny piece of my heart that day. If he didn't have the whole damn thing before then, he certainly had part of it now.

Love is the only memory one never loses, Isaac._ His father had said. __ecause even if one loses his mind the memory always remains in the heart.

I don__ have any fancy story,about the way we fell in love.It was that one awkward move,and the next I remember, I was looking at you.

Matters of the heart were important, but people tended to put too much stock in the particular organ when, in retrospect, it was only tissue. It pumped blood and the body couldn__ live without it, sure, but it had no actual bearing on love. The soul was what made a person distinct__he part that lived on after death, how one being connected to another, and what bound essence.

Some of us have hearts, you know. Some of us don't give up on true love.

...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...

True love doesn't need proof.The eyes told what heart felt.

Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the sceptic, an ardent zealot.