Love is unecesery, but it is beautiful.
But without a smell.
The life with the hope for love is like living in an iglu with the heating.
Star Wars are an interesting metaphor for love. Their uniforms are so clean (I like the dark red ones)
and their lifeforms are so weird and not samelike.
Love emerges as a space shuttle in the sky and then levitates in the middle of space.
Nothing is wrong if you put a poster of Sylvester Stallone on the kitchen wall.
No, not the muscles, but the two eyes watching your cooking. That is beautiful.