Love is something eternal; the aspect may change, but not the essence.
VINCENT VAN GOGH ****************************** I Tried to Teach My Child with Books; He Gave Me Only Puzzled Looks. I Tried to Teach My Child with Words; They Passed Him by Often Unheard. Despairingly, I Turned Aside; "How Shall I Teach this Child," I cried? Into My Hand He Put the Key, "Come," He... Sign in to see full entry.