Love is a strange thing. It is a flower, so delicate
that a touch will broke it
& so strong that nothing will stop its growth.
think how often we miss love in a life time by a wrong gesture..
by an unspoken word.. by not keeping silent at the right time..
we lose it by interference of other people,
by a lack of money and communication,
by a quarrel over something stupid and yet..
we cannot live without it..>