I read ( don't rem where, I like to collect quotes) this beautiful quote on Love and would like to share it with you all.

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

These words are very true, love needs tobe replenished, need to confirm it again and again...As other things Love should also be nurtured ...

The author of this beautiful quote is Cuban French author by the name of Anais Nin. (as said by Metro in comments section)