Love is a creature of myth.
For it takes a different shape and form to each and everyone.
There is an interpretation of each and every, their sanctum.
Shakespeare once said, love is merely madness.
Books, poems, movies cast a very different form what love should be like.
When Shrek met Fiona was certainly when Harry met Sally,
Yet, after “happily ever after”, there were problems, obstacles to be overcame.
In each stage in life, it means something different to us.
But I think love is everything and anything.
When the initial passion and excitement gradually wears off,
It is part of life and everyday, giving and sharing.
When you want to share something nice with them.
When you need someone to talk to for a hard day.
"By night one way, by day another, this shall be the norm
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