Love is not love, the bard once claimed, if it is subject to change, to be remolded to suit each new suitor. It must hold fast, and last, not to be amended to fit like a change of suit, and this explains the long lanes we must tread, to find that mind that is fine and true, for all else that comes of less, is best we miss or take less interest in, for it is not a worth investment if what we assume was, must change to become what we wish it must be, love does not bend, yet it may break, if it need be made again. It is what it is or it is not, and this is our lot, not to love indiscriminately, but fully, and for real, and so love, we love what we love because it is already enough, we need not want more, and if we need more then we need find love somewhere else.
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