: : Plain Painter : :

Love is like standing in wet cement.
The longer you stay, the harder it is to leave.
And you can never go without leaving your shoes behind

Love is like playing the piano.
First you must learn to play by the rules, then you must forget the rules and play from your heart.

Love is like quicksilver in the hand.
Leave the fingers open and it stays.
Clutch it and it darts away


Love is like a tree, the roots of which grow deeper every day