A description of love

"And he loved her. He loved her so much. He loved her deeply, as deep as the sun on the horizon when it is setting. As deep as the ocean that the sun plunges into. As deep as her depths. People used to say that he adored her. He really does, she thought. He really does. There was something good about his love. It was strong, sometimes unrefined, but always full of feeling, with weight and depth and hope. Yes, he gave her hope. Hope made her safe. He made her safe. And by it, she knew that they were in love." - The journeys of a journeyman by Henry Cote.