The love can be the most different…

beginning from love to the person and
stopping to read or embroider with love. But whether knows though one person
at least a little about a full and true word meaning “love” when
loves not only heart, and each section, each molecule of your body when all
around loses meaning and gets a monotonous shade that the one whom you
idolise, did not merge together with diversity of week-days, such at times the
severe? When you think of the person every second, at all without suspecting
about it when leaving it for an instant, apparently, that have lived the whole
life without it: boring and empty? Love.

Evgenija