Just thinking about 'love' and 'big love' and 'lost love' and 'misunderstood love' and just 'love' in general, and how it never really goes away or falls by the by and by. It has a life of its own and screw the rules (what rules?) . I suspect this to be a very good thing in the grande scheme of our very short lives or quite possibly the only thing of substance left when all else is said & done. I keep my love safe and close and captive
and most little cowgirls like it that way.