Strawberries are often whimsically referred to as the fruit of love. The one obvious reason is the strawberry's heart-shaped form, its sweetness and its vivid red color. Because of this, a lot of love lore has been attached to the strawberry. In Roman times, it was considered the fruit associated with the goddess Venus and often made offerings of the fruit at her temples. In France, newlywed couples are, by tradition, served soup made from thinned sour cream, powdered sugar and strawberries for breakfast as soon as they emerge from their bridal chamber. There is also a legend that if someone eats half of a strawberry and feeds the other half to someone else of the opposite sex, these two people would fall in love with each other in no time.
Age does not protect you from love.
But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
I have tried to find the words
To tell you how I feel
The words that will convince you
That what I feel is real.
I know that you've been hurt by love
I know that you've been hurt by love
And I’ve been wounded too
But together we can heal the scars
Of loves which made us blue.
I had spent some time avoiding love
I had spent some time avoiding love
With its anguish and its pain
But since the moment I first saw you
I've learned to love again.
If you could only see with my eyes
The beauty you would behold
And with my heart you’d really know
The love of which I've told.
I know you feel the same as I
I know you feel the same as I
When in your arms I lie
I can feel the love that’s in your heart
And I'm yours until I die.
The Bard did said
Love asks me no questions,
And gives me endless support ......
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