Sweet Love Poem !

Love is a canvas pattern furnished by Nature, and embroidered by imagination.

~ Anonymous.



Love does not dominate; it cultivates.

~ Anonymous.



Love can never grow old,
Locks may lose their brown and gold,
Cheeks may fade and hollow grow,
But the hearts that love will know
Never winter's frost and chill,
Summer's warmth is in them still.

~ Anonymous.