Love your name is loyalty.
Loyalty sits on the edge of the bed when no one else comes to call.
Traitors stab you in the back, but the loyal smack you on the lips.
Loyalty is the champion who asks for no medals.
A true friend offers you loyalty when you can’t find it in yourself.
Loyalty loses no good it might win by fearing to attempt.
Loyalty kisses fragility on both cheeks.
Loyalty is always gushing behind her lover’s back.
Loyalty can hold hands for sixty years withour tiring.
Love is always loyal and whatever is not loyal is not love.
True lovers are forever smitten by the drop-dead gorgeous eyes of loyalty.
Loyalty is the soul of kin.
Loyalty hath no mean and hungry look.
These aphoristic thoughts on loyalty were inspired by the most loyal person I know, my sweet wife Linda.
