The Clod and The Pebble

....is a poem by William Blake.  In it, a little Clod of Clay sang -

Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care;
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.

Taken out of context, these lines make Blake, sound a little simple and soppy. But then love can do that to us all - especially when that love truly is given unconditionally. To give without thought of receiving is one of the bravest yet wisest acts we can ever perform.

To build a heaven, all you have to do is express your heart in the highest, most noble way possible.

Love isn't a decision, it's a feeling.  If we decided who to love, life may be simpler

but far less magical.