There’s enough to go around

Love is a many splendored thing, but it is also like world hunger.

Quantity is not the problem, it’s the distribution.

Love is hard to come when you’re too busy finding the next meal.

Love gets lost when you’re too busy running around from fling to fling.

Love is confused when you keep finding it in the wrong places.

Love is terrifed when you try to control it too much.

In other words, love is maarte. But there’s a reason why the world is obsessed finding it.