Love is neither meat nor drink...
Love is not sex at all its best…yet can fill the thickened lung with breath.
Can be found in a slumber, as we run against the rain...and it may fill you up, with a newer dosage of pain

Love won’t set the fractured bone, and yet can rush us to death…for the lack of love alone.
"The great tragedy of life is not that men perish, but that they cease to love."