Road to Love

The greatest passion, the greatest joy, what more could be said. It is long suffering and kind, its never jealous, it will never brag of its victories, it refusing to be puffed up with the pride of its inner workings. I won't act indecent in the realm of others. But most of all, it can't recall injury, for the memory is locked away from its mind. What is this most sacred thing. It lies in a world all to familiar yet almost foreign. Warrior and follower alike can travel along the road to reach it. But they must focus and never waver from the path. For the path to love is a long and treacherous one but, the reward that lie ahead, is worth more than any riches given.