Love is in the air

What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me; and sure enough, I would be lashed with the redhot pokers or jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger and quarrels... 

Mhmm men, men, men, men... A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy.

Women, women, women, women... A woman knows the face of the man she loves like a sailor knows the open sea.. A woman run through fire and water for such a kind heart... A woman thinks when love is not madness, it is not love... Women wish to be loved not because they are pretty, or good, or well bred, or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves.

But its ok, A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.. I think is the best part of love. Love needs the human.. Humans needs love.. 

Well, i think love is life and life is everything.. Everything is the hope for life and life is all...