I love food and I love living.
I love food, I love eating.
I want to love life.
I love Shirley Maclaine. Love that woman.
I love dark chocolate. I love it.
I love Gershwin. I love musicals.
I love TV. I love the stability of it.
I love acting. I love performing.
I love music and I love to dance.
Life is for love and love is for life.
I love software and I love technology.
I love the beach, and I love sunshine.
I love to clean. I love to cook.
Love hurts, love scars, love wounds, and mars.
It is not love that should be depicted as blind, but self-love.
To be loved is all I need, And whom I love, I love indeed.
Love loves anarchy. It loves to wreak havoc. It loves to dance atop the ruins.
Animals are precious gifts offering unconditional love.
A brick could be used like love. But not my love, because my love is more like a blanket.
Your love is the platform for my passion manifesto.
The biggest curse in life is not loosing your love, but not being loved by someone you love.
