much ado about nothing, nothing at all, for what are affairs of the heart but nothing at all, mere misconstructions of chemical imbalances, but written about throughout all of history, from the earliest, to the latest, love is, and remains, a topic of discussion, of desire, of want and disgust, but so it is, love, simpler then, in times that were so simple? a look, a smile, betrothed by princes or foretold by parents, family and clan deciding, reprimanding, arranged, and such loves last lifetimes, but was it really love?