Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.
Harry," Bob drawled, his eye lights flickering smugly, "what you know about women, I could juggle.
The world takes us to a silver screen on which flickering images of passion and romance play, and as we watch, the world says, “This is love.†God takes us to the foot of a tree on which a naked and bloodied man hangs and says, “This is love.