Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply.
Love grows from stable relationships, shared experience, loyalty, devotion, trust.
Act on what you love, not from what you fear, and watch how fear fades as love grows.
Love grows by not giving to us. And if our passion for poetry lives on and persists, it is because poetry offers us only its bits of lint.
Love grows, lust wastes by enjoyment.
Love grows by service.
Our love grows soft if it is not strengthened by truth, and our truth grows hard if it is not softened by love.