WEDDING RECEPTION PHOTOGRAPHY IN COIMBATORE
In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. In all the world, there is no love for you like mine.
Do I love you? My god, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.
WEDDING RECEPTION PHOTOGRAPHY IN COIMBATORE
Love seems the swiftest but it is the slowest of all growths. No man or woman really knows what perfect love is until they have been married a quarter of a century.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you directly, without problems or pride: I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love, except in this form in which I am not nor are you, so close that your hand upon my chest is mine, so close that your eyes close with my dreams.
How in hell can you handle love without turning your life upside down? That’s what love does, it changes everything.
Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get—only with what you are expecting to give—which is everything.
To be fully seen by somebody, then, and be loved anyhow—this is a human offering that can border on miraculous.
I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart). I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.
You have made a place in my heart where I thought there was no room for anything else. You have made flowers grow where I cultivated dust and stones.
What greater thing is there for two human souls, than to feel that they are joined for life–to strengthen each other in all labour, to rest on each other in all sorrow, to minister to each other in all pain, to be one with each other in silent unspeakable memories at the moment of the last parting?
