“I don’t have love to give you,” he said, shaking his head.
“It is not my will to take love, it is to give it.”
“Love isn’t something so easily produced.”
“Sometimes others hoard love, all towards one,” she said, standing up and placing her work to the side. She walked slowly to the bed as she talked, “and others like myself, we give love, one towards all.”
The Weaver of Love: Tomas Part 1