Not long before my wife and I became engaged she gave me a copy of The Prophet by Gibran. As love was growing deeply in my heart at the time, his writing on Love was my favorite. For in deed, love was sufficient unto love, and even considering the outcome of that love, I am glad to not, "...pass out of love's threshing-floor."
Thanks for sharing, for the memories invoked.
"But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love. "