Love makes people beautiful, beautiful in the fact that those who are stricken by love become blind. Not being able to see the evils and pain in the world, that's the part that makes people beautiful on the inside.
Perfection is real. It occurs when you find that other part of you, that other person, that when combined you become one, perfect being.
Love is like an unfathomable idea. An idea that is slightly above euphoria, yet a fingers width from heaven.
The light of love is the brightest, because it shines into those who contact it and purify their soul. It is also dangerous in the fact that when you come into contact with it just once, you can't truly live life if it is to leave.
