The word "impossible" is not a scientific term.
You never read about the real pain. It lives where no word can travel.
Pure at heart: to be like a flower that blooms as gloriously, brilliantly in a secluded wild wood, not seen and praised.
Hate: return to sender; address unknown.
Love is not blind. Love sees what is most true
Only Love conceives things worthy enough to stand greater than individual accomplishment.