It is better to have loved and lost than to not loved at all – Alfred Lord Tennyson
Though lovers be lost, love shall not. – Dylan Thomas
Count the garden by the flowers, never by the leaves that fall.
Count your life with smiles and not with the tears that roll.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source.
It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds;
it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Give and share love with all. Love will find it’s way through to you.
By Khushboo Arora (The Invictus Soul)