Love never dies a natural death, to be sure.  We either abuse it or neglect it until it is gone.

 

Love never dies a natural death.

Love never dies a natural death.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. ~ Anais Nin