When you love a woman deeply, you love her getting old also, you one day love her death also.
That is part, part of the woman.
The old age has not happened from the outside, it has come from the inside.
The beautiful face has become wrinkled now — you love those wrinkles also. They are part of your woman.
You love a man and his hair has grown white — you love those hairs also.
They have not happened from the outside; they are not accidents.
Life is unfolding.
Now the black hair has disappeared and the grey hair has come.
You don’t reject them, you love them, they are a part.
Then your man becomes old, becomes weak — you love that too.
Then one day the man is gone — you love that too.
Love loves all. Love knows nothing else than love.