If Love is the King and Emperor, the force that binds us, moves us, breathes air into our lungs, we still have a choice. Will we be slaves or citizens of the Empire? Will we lock ourselves into a cell of expectations, looking through a small window of what we think Love should be, rather than walking in the full sun of Love and Life as it is?
We are each the Emperor of our own hearts, free to dictate the rules of that land. Emperors do not bend to the will of others. Will you decree happiness immediately?