Alone, one can not share life. But you don't marry someone you can live with - you marry the person who you cannot live without! If here the plural of mouse is mice, shouldn't the plural of spouse be spice? Love is a matter of chemistry and sex is a matter of physics. It's not too late for happy ever after... Because happiness is the art of making a bouquet of those flowers within reach. Give all to love. Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired. Love is not blind: it sees more, not less. And because it sees more, it is willing to see less. Of all forms of caution, caution in love is the most fatal. Obey thy heart.
My patience is my passion tamed: love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence. In truth, my favorite place on Earth is inside your hug. I believe He planned it so your path crossed mine.
Therefore, I give you my Heart, so you can fill it with Love. I give you my Mind, so you fill it with Happiness. I give you my Body, so you can fill it with Pleasure. I give you my Soul, so you can fill it with Yours.
Thus, I conclude marriage is not merely sharing the fettuccine, but sharing the burden of finding the fettuccine restaurant in the first place.
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