In the beginning man was nothing. Until he was granted a gift called a woman's love. For this love made him whole. Love is not a stationary object. Love is constantly flowing in all directions.
Love has no physical boundaries.
Love has many different sensational levels. One more exciting then the other. Because success is not a singular event. As I forever search the sky for the single star. I gaze upon a friend's radiate smile, spreading joy upon the new night with every new star that appears.