Love is like a tree with many branches: Love for your mother and father; love for your child; love for your husband or wife; for your neigbour etc. When you need to prune the tree, which branch do you cut off.
I like that piece about being insignificant when you are in love. So here's my poem:
Because I love you, I am insignificant and you are significant. If you love me, then I will be significant to you and you are insignificant to me? That means I am insignificant to you too. That's it.
Love is the same as everything else. We love for what we benefit from loving. Even the love of our children is for the benefit we get from the joy it gives us to love them.
Be conscious when you fall in love. So that you know what stirred you into love. You should always focus on that thing that stirred you into love. It is like a flower in a field that must survive the harsh weeds which will sprout around it. Be conscious when you fall in love.
Being in love is like breathing fresh air. You will die without it. But how can you tell when fresh air is polluted. Sometimes it kills you in your ignorance.
Be conscious when you fall in love. So that you know what stirred you into love. You should always focus on that thing that stirred you into love. It is like a flower in a field that must survive the harsh weeds that will sprout around it. Be conscious when you fall in love.
Love is like a tree with many branches: Love for your mother and father; love for your child; love for your husband or wife; for your neigbour etc. When you need to prune the tree, which branch do you cut off.
I like that piece about being insignificant when you are in love. So here's my poem:
Because I love you, I am insignificant and you are significant. If you love me, then I will be significant to you and you are insignificant to me? That means I am insignificant to you too. That's it.
Love is the same as everything else. We love for what we benefit from loving. Even the love of our children is for the benefit we get from the joy it gives us to love them.
I really like this love poem:
Be conscious when you fall in love. So that you know what stirred you into love. You should always focus on that thing that stirred you into love. It is like a flower in a field that must survive the harsh weeds which will sprout around it. Be conscious when you fall in love.
Beware of polluted love:
Being in love is like breathing fresh air. You will die without it. But how can you tell when fresh air is polluted. Sometimes it kills you in your ignorance.
Be conscious when you fall in love. So that you know what stirred you into love. You should always focus on that thing that stirred you into love. It is like a flower in a field that must survive the harsh weeds that will sprout around it. Be conscious when you fall in love.