Two must by and by be thoroughly one…

MORNING DOVES 2

While one is yet only in love, the real person lies covered with the rose leaves of a thousand sleepy-eyed dreams, and through them come to the dreamer but the barest hints of the real person. A thousand fancies fly out, approach, and cross, but never meet.

The man and the woman are pleased, not with each other, but each with the fancied other. The merest common likings are taken for signs of a wonderful sympathy, of a radical unity. But though at a hundred points their souls seem to touch, their contact points are the merest brushings, as of insect antennae.

The real man, the real woman, is all the time asleep under the rose leaves.

Happy is the rare fate of the true—to wake and come forth and meet in the majesty of the truth, in the image of God, in their very being, in the power of that love which alone is being! They love, not this and that about each other, but each the very other.

Where such love is, let the differences of taste, the unfitness of temperament, be what they may, the two must by and by be thoroughly one.

~ George MacDonald, The Highlanders Last Song

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