a53: Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within the reach of every hand.
- Mother Theresa.
a54: But true love is a durable fire,
In the mind ever burning,
Never sick, never old, never dead,
From itself never turning.
- Sir Walter Raleigh.
a55: Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
- Mark A. Overby.
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