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.
Love is the bee that carries the pollen from one heart to another.
