Only in the imagination does love promise happiness forever.
Through experience we discover the myriad dimensions of love.
Sometimes love is joy.
Sometimes passion.
Sometimes moments of serenity amongst the laughter and sadness.
Generally love is soft.
But it also may sting.
Love is forever changing.
All that love is, there's much it is not.
All that love is, there's much it is not.
Love is not shaming.
Nor is it punishing.
Love does not gloat, criticize, degrade, or diminish.
At times I think I am filled with love and yet I selfishly serve my needs before another's.
And when I truly express my love to another, there's no mistaking the warm glow that fills the body.
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