love... again..

love is so fragile ...
worse than my silver ware...
without weekly polishing ...
the shine would wear off, rusty, dusty....
and soon love will be forgotten..
whats left is daily old boring routine...
living together and sleeping together becomes routine .........

Love is not a virtue..
Love is a necessity; more so than bread and water; more so than light and air.
Let no one pride himself on loving.
But rather breathe in Love and breathe it out just as unconsciously and freely as you breathe in the air and breathe it out.
For Love needs no one to exalt it.
Love will exalt the heart that it finds worthy of itself.
Seek no rewards for Love.
Love is reward sufficient unto Love,
as Hate is punishment sufficient unto Hate.
Nor keep any accounts with Love.
For Love accounts to no one but itself.

Love neither lends nor borrows;
Love neither buys nor sells;
but when it gives,
it gives its all;
and when it takes,
it takes its all.
Its very taking is a giving.
Its very giving is a taking.
Therefore is it the same to-day, tomorrow and forevermore.