Free love is too expensive. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone - but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding. Great loves too must be endured. Love is the white light of emotion.
Earth has enough of bitter in it.
Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes. It was a great holiness, a religion, as all great loves must be. I wonder why love is so often equated with joy when it is everything else as well. Devastation, balm, obsession, granting and receiving excessive value, and losing it again. It is recognition, often of what you are not but might be.