Male Form XLVIII

Love is for two players ...
to play and both win

Male Form XLVII

Male Form XLVI

Love has no desire but to fulfill itself.
To melt and be like a running brook
that sings its melody to the night.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart
and give thanks for another day of loving.
Kahlil Gibran

Male Form XLV

Love floods us with hope.
Jareb Teague