Love

Love is a strange creature.

It tags around behind me even when I go into the swamp and find myself mired down in muck.

It listens to me when I sing bad songs badly and play worse ones worse.

It hears my nightmares and marvels over my dreams.

It rejoices when I succeed and cries with me when I fail.

It sticks by me even when I'm wrong and doesn't care if my clothes don't fit.

I don't have to impress it because its impression is based on things much deeper than that

and I don't have to earn it, because there is no way to earn love at all.

Love is simply the most beautiful gift in the world.