Here is he laid to whom for daring deed, nor friend nor foe could render worthy meed.
Well, sometimes love seems easy. Like. . it's easy to love rain. . . and hawks. And it's easy to love wild plums. . . and the moon. But with people, seems like love's a hard thing to know. It gets all mixed up. I mean, you can love one person in one way and another person in another way. But how do you know you love the right one in every way?