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 that is what true love is.
Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement ,
it is not the promises of eternal passion… …
That is just being “in love”, which any fool can 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 have grown towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.
This is a reading I am hoping to have at my wedding next year. Its beautiful.
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 that is what true love is.
Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement ,
it is not the promises of eternal passion… …
That is just being “in love”, which any fool can 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 have grown towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.
This is a reading I am hoping to have at my wedding next year. Its beautiful.