"But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she."
"Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun."
The previous two paragraphs are from William Shakespeare's play, Romeo and Juliet. Almost everybody is familiar with the story of the two star crossed lovers who could not bear to live without one another.
The first paragraph is of course Romeo speaking of Juliet and the second one is Juliet to Romeo. Thus are the eyes of love, you are finer and more fair, outshining the sun and the moon. It is said that love is blind which would mean the lover sees none of the faults in the loved one.
Love is not a bed of roses, but rather a bed that you make together, a shared life of the ups and the downs, holding one another's hands through it all. It's accepting and being accepted, it's weak and it's strong and it's enduring. I leave you with an excerpt from The Prophet.
If you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
Kahlil Gibran
The Prophet, On Love
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