May you learn to your satisfaction that love,
prickly as it can be, offers a velvet cheek scented sweet as a rose
should all the world be as fetid as a garbage dump oozing with rot;
And that love is not a prison from which you need always to escape;
It is a refuge from incrementing or occasional abuse you may encounter,
a refuge filled with records of all your grooves — symphonies, if you like,
to bridge the platonic and romantic movements of our life.
