Verily I say unto you, love is a delightful mess
All emotion, but what next?
Lo, but the grass is greener on other pastures
Evermore so, but distance hides cow pies and gopher holes
Never shall love hover above emotion and want
The grass is greenest where you water it
Interesting times you will have not distant from that ancient curse
Now is the day rest, this day of love - flowers, candy, and joy
Eternal respite not, but a day to pause and take a breath.