_L_O_V_E_

They loved eachother, not driven by necessity, by the "blaze of passion" often falsely ascribed to love. They loved eachother because everything around them willed it, the trees and the clouds and the sky over their heads and the earth under their feet. Perhaps their surrounding world, the starngers they met in the street, the wide expanses they saw on their walks, the rooms in which they lived or met, took more delight in their love than they themselves did.