True Love is not like you see in the movies. No fatal attraction. No jealous reaction. No complex plots to steal, cheat, lie, grope and murder. True Love is dramatic, but only profound.
Too big for words, and too soft for paper, it has no hard edges and no jagged corners... only soft lines that lead to your heart. It is an energy, this love, like a siphon of sand that can fill up a beach, with one other motion it fills up the ocean. Drown in the waves of, drink the cascade of, play in the shade of, love.
You need not go find it; it's already here... it's already eveywhere. Your favorite sweater is love. The food in your dogs bowl is love. The branch that holds a nest, the locket against your chest, the hand beneath your breast... is love.
The ugliest men have gone soft under love, the most brutal of empires have lost under love, the death knell from the church bell has even known love. The hardest of hearts turn to cheery red Jell-o, the most twisted of minds become jolly good fellows, the angriest roars become muted meek purrs... with the power and patience of love.
A power that holds you sweet in its groove, a cozy cocoon to transform you and move, into the life everlasting presentation of love... a butterfly.
All you need is...