Love is not just a many splendored thing.
Love is everything and its contrary.
It makes you feel unsettled, yet sheds a new light
On some of life’s mysteries. It lets so much appear so clearly.
It makes you feel fantastic and happy, sad and terrible,
safe and insecure.
It makes you want to reach out to the world, while resting quietly in your bubble.
It makes you want to give up, and try hard.
It shifts your world around, turns it upside down to let everything fall into place.
Love is a splendored mess.
If you want to live it, you have to plunge head first into its mystery.
Just look ahead and never back.
Accept the past, and live in the present to build a future.
Love is a splendid state of bliss shrouded in layers of clarity and mystery.
When you feel safe, when you lay back, and think you’ve got it all.
That’s when it slips away.
Hold on to it, work for it.
When it happens to you it feels right and natural.
Still, you ought to give up the idea of stability, because it never is that simple.
The only way to figure it out is to give in to its ethereal essence.
And never let go.