True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
"How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face;" W. B Yeats
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Well, yeah thats one side of the story. The other side of love is evil. Love is a weekness, and love doesn't exist for someone.
I guess, I am one of the pessimist guys at this optimistic blog :P
My 'eternal' favorite on 'love'...
"How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;"
W. B Yeats
Great pic and quote. Love the unusual angle with which you have captured the mopnument.
It shd read "monument" .
Great Snap. Nice words
yeah it is....but only when it is tru love.....tc
Very nicely framed! Great angle too, and nothing needs to be told of the monument that you've captured ;).
Hey,
Well i dont know if there is something called eternal love!
For me love is what is--here , now, today in the moment!
**it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
I loved that line! WOOOOWWW!
Keshi.
Nice Angle and View of the Taj. Pic little over exposed ?
Does eternal love really exist in today's world?
A nice different view of Taj Mahal.
i like the picture.. the thought about the whte hair.. however, am not so sure if love is a function of need. If it is not, one really is lucky!
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