I have said many times that when a person loves another, especially spouses and children, that person has signed a contract of pain. Even the overwhelming joy of love has the sorrow of wistfulness in it. Just remember that fabulous day at the beach years ago, for example. Love has so many ups and downs, insides and outsides, warps and woofs, that one can hardly tolerate its power in us. We are powerless over love. Certainly, no one can control it; anyone who attempts to control it, loses it. For sure, anyone who attempts to control love will limit its wild beauty and potentially destroy its habitat. It is too immense to be controlled and too simple to be improved upon. Love stretches to the stars and opens like a wild bloom of a flower no one planted.