I read a letter in the 'Dear Amy' column of the newspaper
today that was really neat. A reader talked about what a
successful marriage really is. His wife of 42 years (a Japanese
woman) said that Americans equate love with a burning fire.
But fire burns out & becomes cold ashes.
Instead this is how she described love:
"True love is like flowing water. It runs in rivulets down
hillsides and joins creeks that become rivers. It gains in
strength & intensity through these travels until it flows into
I thought that was beautiful!