You had described love

as warm and fuzzy…

and I agree with you there.

But as love goes on…

“Familiarity breeds contempt.”

Sometimes

I can only laugh

at the truth

in Shakespeare’s words.

I can deny it,

but…

“This above all else:

to thine ownself be true.”

tut tut….

The guy might be dead

but he’s worth listening to

sometimes.