Love is a temporary madness.<
Br/>It erupts like an earthquake and then su
Bsides.<
Br/>And when it su
Bsides you have to make a decision.<
Br/>You have to work out whether your roots have
Become so entwined together<
Br/>that it is inconceiva
Ble that you should ever part.<
Br/>
Because this is what love is.<
Br/>Love is not
Breathlessness, it is not excitement,<
Br/>it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion.<
Br/>That is just
Being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are.<
Br/>Love itself is what is left over when
Being in love has
Burned away,<
Br/>and this is
Both an art and a fortunate accident.<
Br/>Your mother and I had it,<
Br/>we had roots that grew towards each other underground,<
Br/>and when all the pretty
Blossom had fallen from our
Branches<
Br/>we found that we were one tree and not two.<
Br/>~ Captian Corelli's Mandolin.