Love is like a quick sand:More you get into, harder to get out!

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.

Love is a fabric which never fades, no matter how often it is washed in the water of adversity and grief.

Love is like a bazaar: The admittance is free-but it costs you something before you get out.

Love is like quicksilver in the hand.
Leave the fingers open and it stays.
Clutch it, and it darts away.

Seduce my mind and you will have my body, find my soul and I am yours forever!