I love you, my dear sweetheart

Love can’t be proven with poems, promises or presents. Sometimes, only pain and patience can prove it.

May the spring of your love be tender and sweet, the summer be rich and fulfilling and deep, the autumn be warm and rewarding, complete, and always… let there be love.

Don’t love the love unless the love loves you and if the love loves you, love the love in such a way that it doesn’t love anybody else!

Don’t search for love, search for someone that makes you happy. Sooner or later, that happiness will evolve into love.

Another month, another year, another smile, another tear, another winter, another summer too but there will never be another you!

Difficult to tell what loving is like, Impossible to tell what missing is like, May you never miss whom you love and may whom you love miss you always.