The heart Sings.
Love is impenetrable. I can only describe it to you if you know it. And so, then, it's extraordinary this arrogance, that I should presume to tell you all about what you already know. Forgive me, but everyone wants to tell you about something, about Jesus or the Environment or about their Politics or Philosophy or their jobs , however trifling and mundane, or their relationships, their children, their sex life, their divorce, their ex, that new tv show, the weather, everyone wants to be heard. Everyone has a story.
Let me tell you about love.
Where to begin?