O, YOUNG lOCHINVAR IS COME OUT OF THE WEST, Trough all the wide borders his steed was the best; & save his good broadsword he weapons had none; So faithful in love, he staid not for broke, & he stopped not for stone.
To love someone is to understand each other, to laugh together, to smile with your heart & to trust one another. One important thing is to let each other go if you can’t do this...