That which we are searching for seems never able to be found. A jigsaw puzzle forever missing a piece. A peg fittin into a hole with 1 edge always seemingly extra. How do we Love? This Perfect person in our hearts and yet so imperfect in our eyes. How do we Love? The poignant truth of the narrow human soul struggling with the galaxical need of forgivness that true Love is. How can we always see, beyond the ugliness, the flaws mired deep within our complexities and insecurities? How can we feel, the Love we know that exists, a warm fireplace in the harshest chill any winter can bring. the Paradise that we seek, so wrought with haze and visions recede. The Paradise that we chase with our mights, always just out of our tired arms' reach.