Perhaps love cometh like an old friend and not like the descending of a star upon the stairs.
Perhaps the pomp and flare of love was but a condition we expect, though not necessarily true.
But however it may come, may love cometh unto thee.
Let it catch thee by surprise, in all the gentleness of a summer breeze, ruffling the heads of the hills.
I have yet to fathom love and all its many-splendouredness, but surely, love is a brilliant thing that we all ought to know and receive.