Love, respect, and mutuality Are words thrown around with meaning. They add up to the commonality Of life relatable to human beings.
Do we choose love on purpose? Or is love a beautiful accident? I don't mean to do love a disservice But it seems it's often a matter of coincident.
It is a matter of things coming together, And then, as if by magic, life feels better. We who believe in romance find this provident. It feels to us as if love is heaven-sent.
Smiles shared often lead to friendly laughter, And that's charming for here-ever-after. Mutuality requires patience in our affection, And this then helps build our connection.
Those we love change weakness into strength, And this is amazing at the end of a day's length. We find life best when our lover is our ally, As it makes for the goodness of life, we cannot deny.
It is a matter of things coming together, And then, as if by magic, life feels better. We who believe in romance find this provident. It feels to us as if love is heaven-sent.
If the one we love can make good from our bad, Maybe then, life can be happier than feeling sad? And if in our lover we have someone who can conceive The best in us is then what they happily believe.
We find that a life well lived is less lonely, And the truth of this makes us smile as we think only That when tomorrow comes, we will be there with our one This is, after all, the best of life said and done.
It is a matter of things coming together, And then, as if by magic, life feels better. We who believe in romance find this provident. It feels to us as if love is heaven-sent.
(c) March 21, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along