love is a temporary madness
it erupts like volcanoes and then it subsides
and when it subsides you have to make a decision
you have to work out that your roots are so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part, because that is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness its not excitement
its not the promulgation of eternal passion
its just being in love
love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away
and this is both an art and a fortunate accident
for those that truly love
have roots that grow towards each other under ground
and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from the branches of the trees
they find they are one tree
not two