A Word for Wednesday

"Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare, 

like a gay knight riding down; 

perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways; 

perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, 

until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music;

 perhaps...perhaps...love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, 

as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath."

~from Anne of Avonlea by L.M. Montgomery~

Happy Valentines Day!