In the kindness of peace, love becomes the supreme beauty of what sweet tranquility really means.
In the arena of the heart, sorrow and happiness are often friends, not enemies, for sorrow is a part of love, even though the laws of men try to divide them through greed and bloodshed.
An emotional heart full of love rushes to touch another, like a torrential downpour of life-saving water upon arid soil.
In the kindness of love, an empty heart is nourished…the body worshiped…and the mind that was once consumed with bitterness becomes forgiving.
Until the end of our days when death removes us from each other, our existence will have meant nothing if love is not burning like a torch inside each heart.
Tell me, my friends, what good are happiness, lust and riches if love is not embraced and given freely with faithful tears to those in need?
Really, what good is the enjoyment of life if the warmth and tenderness of our feelings cannot be found or displayed in the kindness of love?
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