There is a lady sweet and kind,
Was never face so pleased my mind;
I did but see her passing by,
And yet I love her till I die
Where love rules, there is no will to power;
and where power predominates, there love is lacking.
The one is the shadow of the other
The truth is that there is only one terminal dignity—love.
And the story of a love is not important.
what is important is that one is capable of love