“Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision.
You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion.
That is just being ‘in love,’ which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both art and a fortunate accident.
Your roots grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty petals have fallen from your branches, you will find that you are one tree and not two.
From Corelli’s Mandolin
This essay is from the book. The couple who first shared this reading with us, and who subsequently used it in their ceremony, met in a creative writing class. Every aspect of their ceremony was about words, writing, language and the images created by well chosen and woven words.
Charlie and Cheryl Cavalconte