Read at Brett & Astrid’s Wedding Toadbury Hall
Love is like a temporary madness;
It erupts like volcanoes and then subsides
And when it subsides you have to make a decision.
You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined themselves together
That it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathless, it is not excitement,
It is not the promulgation of eternal passion.
That is just being in love, which any fool can do.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love is burned away,
And this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground,
And when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches,
They find that they are one tree and not two.