In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours.
For the changing of the leaves and all that Autumn brings? Maybe this means that we are meant for each other, that there is something more to this.
To love is to be vulnerable.
Autumn in New York, it spells the thrill of first-nighting.
And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.
I love you more than anything else in the world.