There is only one way to love

Between every person lies a river, deep and dark and cold. Some may try to swim across, but will always drown. Others will sit timidly on the shores, too afraid to breach the borders.

But oh what a wonder! There is a way to ford these treacherous streams.

A boat lies along the shore, sturdy and strong, able to carry any weight you have to bear. And in that boat is a boatman; he gives you his hand, and kindly helps you climb into the boat. He doesn't even care about your dirty feet and the stains on your worn out clothes. He just sits with you as the gentle breeze blows you across the waves.

And then there are no trenches or moats to separate these hearts. All three together they walk on water.