Love Always Creates, It Never

Value Yourself. The Only People Who Appreciate A Doormat Are People With Dirty Shoes.

Love Can Never Grow Old. Looks May Lose Their Brown And Gold. Cheeks May Fade And Hollow Grow. But The Hearts That Love Will Know, Never Winter's Frost And Chill, Summer's Warmth Is In Them Still.

There Are All Kinds Of Symbols. Verbal Language Is Only One. Sometimes By Opening Our Mouths, We Make Dreadful Errors. It's Often So Much Nicer Just To Look At Somebody And Vibrate.

Every Day We Are Offered New Means For Learning And Growing In Love.

God Made Mud, God Made Dirt, God Made Boys So Girls Could Flirt.