A calm, serene lake, but all was not as it seemed. Turmoil lurked under the surface, violent undercurrents which rose from the bottom towards the top, ripping everything asunder as they rose. Finally, a leviathan broke through to the surface, shattering the mirror-smooth face of the lake I once mistook for true peace. It was poised, ready to devour the lake and all life within it. Then, just as suddenly, it was gone. A tenuous silence was restored, but it was not the peace I once knew. The surface of the lake rippled constantly, seemingly quivering with fear, wary of the next time the leviathan would strike again.
Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you got till it's gone.
Love is not an emotion; love is a commitment.
