Only with humility can there be love. The unprotected beating heart must unveil its secrets to another or there can be no love, no intimacy. There can be lust, but not love. Love lays itself open to ridicule, to hurt, to pain. Yet without love life is an empty shell, a husk. Anything worth something costs something and the price of love is often pride, to trust another into those hidden secret parts.
True. And well said.
Thanks for the feed back. Always so encouraging!