Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Whenever a separation is made between liberty and justice, neither, in my opinion, is safe.
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Whenever a separation is made between liberty and justice, neither, in my opinion, is safe.