This is Pavarotti performing Una Furtiva Lagrima for Donizetti's great Opera L'eliser d'amore (Elixir of Love) In this scene Pavarotti plays Nemorino who is so infatuated with Adina that he buys a "love potion" which was just a cheap wine sold to him by a con artist. But when he see Adina crying for him and that she actually has fallen in love with him..... He thinks that the love potion "Elixir of Love" worked.....
Love is such a whimsical thing. One thing I will tell you that love is not is that lofty feeling you get when you find some one in the beginning of a relationship. Rather it is a constant growth of a relationship that no longer has that spark in a young couple's eye. But the constant perseverance of two people that understand how to cope with the other person's many flaws. I know that my wife loves me because she has dealt with the madness that I bring everyday.
Love changes so much. I met my wife the day before Valentines day 8 years ago. She was gracious enough to marry me with all my flaws and all my stupidity. You can say that God definitely blessed me that day as I fell in love with my wife. I am no longer as romantic as I tried to be many years ago wooing my wife. But I can tell you now that I love her more than ever. I don't think I even knew how to love her before. Not that I mastered it now, but our love for each other has changed. Its not raw emotions that it once was where you feel like you can accept the other person for who they are no matter what. But its having the grace to see beyond your expectations of who they should be ideally. Its quiet simple. I am to love my wife as Christ love the church. But that certainly ain't possible. I cant even love my wife as I am commanded to... Learning to love is yet another wonderful road to lean on God. I believe that good marriage is the ultimate form of sacrifice. Which btw can lead to the "other" love/sacrifice known as parenthood. which is also another level of love that cannot truly be explain by words....
Wifeypoo! I love you.
I leave you with this. The most romantic poem I've ever read.
Sonnet 130 by none other than William Shakespeare.
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go:
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Love is truly blind y'all. Don't mistake love with that emotional cloud 9 of early part of the relationship. Have the courage to really love.