Love has its own time its own season and its own reasons from coming and going. You cannot bribe it or coerce it or reason it into staying. You can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you.
Care less for your harvest than for how it is shared and your life will have...
At the end of the day you know love does not happen between two perfect...
I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold service was joy.