Love, is a temporary madness
Erupts like an earthquake and then subsides
And when it does, you gotta make a decision

You have to work out whether
Your roots have become so entwined together
That it is inconceivable that you should ever be
Apart

Because this is what love is

Love is not breathlessness
Not passion
Not excitement
And not the promulgation of promises

That is just being "in love"

Love itself is what is left over
When being "in love" has burned away

A fortunate accident




One of my all time favourite songs