Iris Murdoch’s said
to have said that love was taking
the other one for granted.
Sounds all wrong somehow;
but it’s not that different to Donne’s
“Which watch not one another
out of fear” − a line
Evelyn, after the fall, would give
as his ideal of love.
Then there’s Brasch, his wish
for “someone to share the world with”.
You could go for that now, couldn’t you?