
βLove looks pretty on you. Makes you soft, tender, proud. Makes you sit up and take notice. Gives you a home to set down your things.
What a blessing it is, to have music and dancing and poetry. What a gift it is, to look at someone and say,
Iβm so happy to have found youβat last, at last, at long, long lastβyouβre here.β
β Lang Leav