A yearning that corrupts the heart.
Love is not an exchange of equal status, nor it is a comparison of beauty and talent.
It is a kind of sacrifice that comes from the heart.
True love is a bone-deep tenderness, a yearning that corrupts the heart, a tangle of happiness and sorrow, a foolishness that is like a moth flying into a flame, and an obsession that will die a hundred times without regret.. ~