““I lost and found but I have not lost anything nor found what I lost If love is to have all that your heart desires of whom you love, then it is not love Love is to burn and turn into ashes and still love Love is to accept the fate of separation and still love Love is to hurt and endure pain yet smile and still love Love is to know that there is no way to go and no road through and still love Love is to wish him peace and happiness in the loneliness shivered coldness of your nights and days and still love Love is when a simple passing embrace turns into a wonderful completion, into a gift of unexpected kindness and warmth in the cold of years that will accumulate without him and you still love Love, is to love and love and love Until night becomes day and your eyes close and you drift into coldness and still Love.””