You'll know when you find it. It is yours - and no one can take it from you.
Oh java dear.... those are not dark stains you leave on my table. They are imprints on my soul.
“I bow to your beauty, m’lady”, he said. Though he only spoke French and she Italian, his deep and graceful gesture made his point elegantly. She glowed a little brighter, which sent shivers down his stem.
