It Is Not Love That

I Have Given My Word That Only Death Will Take Me From You.

I Put The Charm Bracelet Away In The Purse And Return It To My Jewel Case. I Don't Need A Spell To Foresee The Future; I Am Going To Make It Happen.

She Is Melusina, The Water Goddess, And She Is Found In Hidden Springs And Waterfalls In Any Forest In Christendom, Even In Those As Far Away As Greece. (...) A Man May Love Her If He Keeps Her Secret And Lets Her Alone When She Wants To Bathe, And She May Love Him In Return Until He Breaks His Word, As Men Always Do, And She Sweeps Him Into The Depths With Her Fishy Tail, And Turns His Faithless Blood To Water. The Tragedy Of Melusina, Whatever Language Tells It, Whatever Tune It Sings, Is That A Man Will Always Promise More Than He Can Do To A Woman He Cannot Understand.

...you Have To Have Faith That You Are Doing God's Will. Sometimes You Will Not Understand. Sometimes You Will Doubt. But If You Are Doing God's Will, You Can't Be Wrong, You Can't Go Wrong.

There Are Many Sorts Of Love. And When You Love A Man Who Is Less Than You Dreamed, You Have To Make Allowances For The Difference Between A Real Man And A Dream. Sometimes You Have To Forgive Him. Perhaps You Even Have To Forgive Him Often. But Forgiveness Often Comes With Love.