Love is like the fluttering butterfly, every time you try and catch it, it flies away. And if we do catch it, it perishes in captivity and leaves the world to transform into a new form. It may come back as a caterpillar or it may come back as a bird, yet it always transforms. One day it’s one thing, the next it’s another, perhaps we are not meant to capture the meaning of love in words or in mental constructs. Perhaps we are only to be present in its embrace, feel it every moment and let it take us to wherever it may lead.