CAPTAIN CORELLI’S MANDOLIN By Louis de Bernieres

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 that is what love is.

Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation 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 an art and a fortunate accident.

Those that truly love, have roots that grow towards each other underground,

and when all the pretty blossom have fallen from their branches, they find

that they are one tree and not two.

 

*Thankyou Geoff for reading this poem out at a recent family  wedding, it is the best definition of love I have heard!