Love is not passion. Having sex is not to make love. Hate is not love. Love is not fire, it is not called, it is not friendship, not marriage or commitment. Love is not dating, not cry, do not kiss, do not want, is not nostalgia. Love is not to be trapped by the will. Not serve who wins the winner. Love will not. Love is what it is. Love is rest. Love is what remains of what was above. Love is not wave, it is the sea. It is the fellow who does not leave after all the fervent feelings are gone. Passion, hatred, longing, sex, marriage, desire are like trains. Love is station.