In the city of love, there is always hope.
Love always inspires hope even as it implies that hope will be forgotten since people misconceive love as the fulfillment of hope.
But hope and love exist together, inseparable, for hope is not longing.
Hope is belief in the future and those who love always believe in the future.
In the city of love, there is always an openness of heart and mind.
For when one opens one's heart, the mind must follow.
Love is its own consciousness, its own intellect.
It is in essence the highest form of intelligence.
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