I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old his coat worn his cloak was out at the elbows the water passed through his shoes – and the stars through his soul. Topic: Love, Author: Victor Hugo Share Article: Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Share on Pinterest Share on Telegram Share on Whatsapp Copy Link
2 They're right to think that about me because I'm the person most likely to sleep with my female fans I genuinely love other women. And I think they know that.
4 Love is often nothing but a favorable exchange between two people who get the most of what they can expect considering their value on the personality market.
