Love is an endless plummet into a dim but sparkling chasm
\nHand in hand
\nTrusting the other to hold on tight and not let go
\nThe destination less important than the journey<\/p>\n
Love is a favorite novel, worn from use
\nDelightful and comforting
\nEach passage familiar, but with details missed or unremembered
\nSavoring each line, but eager to turn the page for what comes next<\/p>\n
Love is a mad dash at the carnival
\nFrom ride to ride to ride
\nAs many as we can before the lights go out and the fair closes
\nOut of breath, still smiling, long after the music fades from memory<\/p>\n
Love is a timeless summer evening
\nThe sun setting so slowly, it seems to hang in the sky, unmoving
\nCasting its copper light \u2013 embers visible well after the heat dies away
\nUntil the welcoming night reaches its fingers to guide us home<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Love is an endless plummet into a dim but sparkling chasm Hand in hand Trusting the other to hold on tight and not let go The destination less important than the journey Love is a favorite novel, worn from use Delightful and comforting Each passage familiar, but with details missed or unremembered Savoring each line, … <\/p>\n