Love consists of this: two solitude's that meet, protect and greet each other.

Remember that everyone you meet is afraid of something, loves something and has lost something.

In secret we met - In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee. After long years, How should I greet thee? With silence and tears.

We only touch to feel, we only call to hear from, we only part to meet again.