Look at the fate of summer flowers, which blow at daybreak, droop ere even-song.

Of friends, however humble, scorn not one.

O dearer far than light and life are dear.

The eye— it cannot choose but see; we cannot bid the ear be still; our bodies feel, where'er they be, against or with our will.

One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.

A lawyer art thou? Draw not nigh! Go, carry to some fitter place The keenness of that practised eye, The hardness of that sallow face.

And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner's eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.