Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these. She a window flower. And he a winter breeze.

I love thee, I love thee with a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

True love is born from understanding.

I think... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.

I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come.