Love is often a rosy red: intense, real, compassionate, and fiery. Other days it is a calm, soothing, and peaceful white. When she's around, a sparkling touch of love imbues in my life its colorfulness; thus I thrive in her presence and am dead in her absence.
Love is the most dangerous endeavor man can undertake. To surrender so much to another person is somewhat overwhelming and is completely insane. That is what is so great about love: its weakness lies in its strength: sharing so much with someone is so rewarding, but could lead to remarkable devastation. I trust her, though, and she trusts me. And so we go on, and we shall forever go on, in love.
Adonis
