Apparently (according to Take That and others) it only takes a minute to fall in love. I might not make such an extravagant claim but I know where they’re coming from. I too have fallen in love in the blink of an eye, at the drop of a hat, out of a clear blue sky (although, in fact, the sky was neither clear nor blue).
The songsmiths also say that love is a many-splendoured thing and they’ll get no argument on that from me. As the sky became a clearer blue, the splendours became more visible and my love grew. It was indeed all around. Could it be that this was a love to last a lifetime?
I think so, though only time will tell and hindsight will be a wonderful thing. I do know that my love has not altered and has looked on tempests without being shaken. And I can (and often do) count the ways I love.
The object of my affection and desire is strong and independent; has hidden depths and a head in the clouds. In light and darkness my love is fascinating, beguiling, all-consuming. And will endure forever.
Ah, Norway!
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