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.
“My Uncle, of course, would have been pleased to see someone with brown skin holding the office of president.”
“I should add that I very much enjoy certain cities especially Paris, New York and Chicago.”