Love Revels In And Grows In The

Love Can Never Grow Old. Looks 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.

If He Desired To Know About Automobiles, He Would, Without Question, Study Diligently About Automobiles. If His Wife Desired To Be A Gourmet Cook, She'd Certainly Study The Art Of Cooking, Perhaps Even Attending A Cooking Class. Yet, It Never Seems As Obvious To Him That If He Wants To Live In Love, He Must Spend At Least As Much Time As The Auto Mechanic Or The Gourmet In Studying Love.

A Life Without Love, No Matter How Many Other Things We Have, Is An Empty, Meaningless One.

Love Is A Dynamic Interaction, Lived Every Second Of Our Lives, All Of Our Lives.

Love Is Trusting, Accepting, And Believing, Without Guarantee. Love Is Patient And Waits, But It's An Active Waiting, Not A Passive One. For It Is Continually Offering Itself In A Mutual Revealing, A Mutual Sharing. Love Is Spontaneous And Craves Expression Through Joy, Through Beauty, Through Truth, Even Through Tears.