Oct 28, 2012
Love is a temporary madness,
it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides.
And when it subsides you have to make a decision.
You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together
that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness,
it is not excitement,
it is not the promulgation of eternal passion.
That is just being "in love" which any fool ca n do.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away,
and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Those that truly love, have roots that grow towards each other underground,
and when all the pretty b lossom have fallen from their branches,
they find that they are one tree and not two.
I'll be beside you all the way
Never again will you be alone
(insert name), with this ring I give you my heart.
I promise from this day forward, you shall not walk alone.
May my heart be your shelter, and my arms be your home.