Love isn’t a mountain meadow or a free running stream. It’s not natural like that. Not really. Love is a farmer’s field, growing flowers because you planted them. It’s a canal, carrying water only because you dug the ditches. Love isn’t made like the wild parts of the earth. It’s starts there sure. That’s passion for ya. But you can’t build a house on unleveled ground. And you can’t harvest what you’ve never planted.