My Dearest Love

My Dearest Love,
                  Thy future holds within its real the secrets of lasting happiness. When fate brings two hearts together, they flourish. Assessed by inequalities, rewarded with similarities. It is quite astonishing and awesome the actions taken to show love. Love is not all it is quoted to be; However, it is much greater and rather much more complicated. Behind the mask of love lies sorrow, fear, trials, and anger. See, love isn't whom it says it is. Ones die because of love. Ones are born because of love. Though, in most recent cases, families are torn apart because of love. It is not an emotion. It is not just a word. Love is life. Neither can survive, nor exist, without the presence of one another. Just as I. Love is a thief in the shadows, lurking for a heart to break into. Inside, it reeks havoc- hence the sorrow, and anger, and fear- in effort of preparing for the invitation of joy, happiness, and courage. The transformation, once immune to love's wicked ways, is beyond breathtaking. Just as a flower seed sprouts and grows, and the flower's life comes to an end, it releases the next generation of life. Life will begin, and life will end. Love will encourage it each step of the way. Take my hand and walk with me through this journey of love, and all that accompanies it, and let us flourish in our lives no longer as two hearts, oh, my love, but as one. 
                                                          Yours Truly,