When a swan loses a partner, it will never settle for another. It will drift along the lakes of lovers for the rest of its eternity, with only solitude for company. A beautiful or tragic choice? Im not so sure.

But what I do know is this; there are levels of love which fill our hearts with joy and then there is the rarest of love which fills our souls with something indescribable. Can we imitate something so rare? Something with no words to compare?

GJW