I love the simplicity, the imagery and the maturation of love … going from “He carried me to a castle in the heavens and battled all my dragons on the way” and “I used to dream of a maiden her laughing eyes and loving arms would follow when I sailed around the world and back again” … to “The time has come and there are no dragons … and I don’t want to sail the seven seas.”
Love is like a rough stone rolling and once polished you don’t want anything else.