It has been said that a true and proper love is like a home, a strong house for two people to inhabit. Love is a house made of set foundations and a warm sense of security. It is quickly erected, perfect and adhering to the specific expectations of the couple. After it is established, they may live happily ever after within its sheltering walls. Thus, the house stands for all to see, the impressive possession of the two lovers and it is in their power to use the house as they wish.
But is this truly love? Is love easily controlled, stiff and lifeless? Is love safe? Is it something to acquire then forget as is a house? No, love is a changing, misshapen miracle that grows around and despite of obstacles. It reaches out to people, earnest but undemanding and waits with youth vigor until the lovers recognize it. Love is fresh an beautiful as it is ancient and a dangerous. It holds secrets that mankind cannot truly grasp unless they give themselves over to it fully, willingly. Love represents a godly spirit in life. Love is a blessing. Love is a tree.
