If so many men, so many minds, certainly so many hearts, so many kinds of love.

I was never satisfied with casual encounters, I can't hide my need for two hearts that bleed with burning love.

If it meant my love was really true, I'd gladly die and watch over you.

True love is born from understanding.

Love is a fleeting emotion, to reach true nirvana one must know themselves and forsake love, for it breeds contempt.

The course of true love never did run smooth.