Though lovers be lost love shall not.
(October 27, 1914 - November 09, 1953)
Lovers are fools, but Nature makes them so.
(June 19, 1856 - May 07, 1915)
We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.
(July 22, 1936 - )
I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers/ And laid entwined together in a bed of clover/ Left there to sleep/ Left there to dream of happiness.
There are two sorts of romantics: those who love, and those who love the adventure of loving
That's one of the things I'd like to do before I leave here, to lead this team to another bowl.
Mark pretty much carried us in April last year. He's a fast starter.
A kiss that is never tasted, is forever and ever wasted.