• "Love is a mysterious force.
    It can sometimes be awkward.
    Or sometimes betrayfull.
    But no matter what, love is love.

    It is the only reason,
    and the only piece that ties
    what we hold dear in the combs...
    the combs of what we call the "heart".

    Given this name since we feel,
    and see what we cannot see,
    and what we cannot touch,
    in a place where, given such name,
    its also called the heart.

    But is it the heart that produces
    what we call "love"? Or is it
    just an illusion made by one's thoughs?
    Or the link between the nerve system
    joined with the kinesthetic sense
    and the mind that make this feeling?

    One could never tell what actually love is.
    But we can be damned sure that whatever it is,
    It is powerfully enough to change our lives."