True love has no guided tour, with attractions planned out and mapped beforehand, available at magazine stands and the bookstore, so be not tourists, capturing hearts with camera flashes, controlling minds with ‘to-do’ lists and hopping off the bus when the sightseeing finishes; love is a life-affirming adventure through wild forests, wherein lovers seek no street entertainers or offbeat florists, because the rose that grows in their hearts is the surest, for nourishing it is the purest trust that, even if a panther, a peacock, a parrot, or a perilous plant-eating platypus crosses their path, together they will prevail and flourish...