Love is about making happy... not being happy.

Love is the angel that wanders within, tormenting the heart.

Love is when you cry, when you laugh, when you smile... Love is when you dream.

Love is the only thing that can be divided with out being diminished.

Love is an eruption of feelings buried within a heart longing to break free!

Love is just one word, but it has too many meanings.

Love is a powerful addiction for the human soul. Even people that have not experienced it, yearn for the chance to give and receive it from someone special.

Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.

Love is like a knife, it can stab the heart or it can carve wonderful images into the soul that will last a lifetime.

Love is a perfume you cannot pour onto others without getting a few drops on yourself.