Love…
…fills me when a man walks by wearing your cologne. I think of that scent as yours alone and never quite right on anyone else. Did you know when you’re away I go to sleep on your pillow so I can smell you?

American writer, lecturer, and poet Ralph Waldo Emerson
Love
is a
perfume
you
cannot
pour
onto
others
without
getting
a few
drops on
yourself.