The Love

The greatest problem of life is

not that men perish, but that

they cease to love.

Love is like war, easy to

begin but hard to end.

It breaks your heart to see the one

you love is happy with someone else,

but it’s more painful to know that

the one you love is unhappy with you.

To the world you may be just one person,

but to one person you may be the world.

If love is the answer,

can you please repeat

the question?

Love cures people — both the

ones who give it and the ones

who receive it.

Love is like a river, always

changing, but always finding

you again somewhere down the

road.