When love beckons to you follow him Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry the philosophy which does...
At the end of the day you know love does not happen between two perfect...
I do insist on making what I hope is sense so there's always a coherent narrative or argument that the reader can follow.
