Love in activity consistently has assertive absurdity in it. It does not account the beneath or more. It doesn't say "I've already done that to you; it's too abundant if I do it again." True adulation doesn't accumulate accounts. It gives all, but that all doesn't assume enough.
I've apprehend acceptance about different acts of love, but there's no annual added resentment than any other. Everything about love in action always has a certain extravagance in it. It does not calculate the less or more. Genuine love doesn't put off what it should do to the beloved. It grabs the moment as it comes, because opportunity might never come again.
It's reckless and never calculating, that's LOVE! But the wonderful thing about it is that the recipient isn't only blessed, but its lovely fragrance is all over the place, and no one can stop it and that's emotional love.
I've apprehend acceptance about different acts of love, but there's no annual added resentment than any other. Everything about love in action always has a certain extravagance in it. It does not calculate the less or more. Genuine love doesn't put off what it should do to the beloved. It grabs the moment as it comes, because opportunity might never come again.
It's reckless and never calculating, that's LOVE! But the wonderful thing about it is that the recipient isn't only blessed, but its lovely fragrance is all over the place, and no one can stop it and that's emotional love.
