All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.
Love
Isn''t winning someone but loosing
Urself to someone.
When U r LOVED by someone its not
due to the excellence of Ur
mind but due to the purity of Ur heart..