Love recognizes no boundary.
True love can overcome any distance.
It is akin to a raging bull who will escape from any corral.
It is a many-splendored thing, like an April rose in the early spring.
Love is nature's way of giving, a reason to be living, a golden crown that makes a man a king.
Once on a high and windy hill, in the morning mist two lovers kissed and the world stood still when your fingers touched my silent heart and taught it how to sing.
Yes, true love is a many-splendored thing.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.