It doesnt come in a box, wrapped all bright. It doesnt come with a big red bow all nicely tied. It cant be bought for any amount of gold.
It is fragile as cinderallas glass slipper, sacred as the burning bush, and as beutiufual as a rising sun upon the water. It is as hard to find as a fabled dragons guarded treasure.
It brings upon a person the brightest days if recieved and the longest rain if lost. It can feel as surreal as a dream if given and as painfull as a blade into the heart if taken.
Angels sing when it comes and cry when it leaves. It can sweep u away only to cast you upon the rocks.
It is the hope that lies at the bottom of Pandoras box. It is the shot one takes in the dark, the limb they take a chance on crawling out upon.
It can be as strong as a raging river, as gentle as a woodlands stream. It as deep as the Grand Canyon and as rare as an oasis in the Sahara.
It is Gods greatest gift, two peoples greatest achievement, the worlds greatest mystery, the novelistist greatest romance.
It is lasting true love.