Words about love... love words...

Love...

Sometimes, it happens at a glance, a hug, a kiss, a smile, a word of affection and even through the silence of the road. So spontaneous that I dare not define it.
Love?
That's all I feel.

The essence of life?

We need to do, not just dream, not just think, not just want. We must feel love happen. This is the essence of life!

We do not die when we stop breathing ... we die much before - when we stop dreaming ... and stop loving.

Where love blooms, the sentimental bond never breaks, never fades. It changes. And renews itself. And ennobles the human life. Where love blooms, the soul is not lost.



by Oriza Martins