The bliss of love.
Love that is easy.
Love that is simple.
Love that flows, expands, quadruples without effort.
Had I been told that it existed, I would have never believed.
Love that knows no stubornness.
Love that knows no games.
Love that replenishes itself
never restrained by boredom,
and re-occuring short-term frustration.
Had I been told that love dwells beyond the walls of fairytale castles,
I would have called you a liar.