Description
There is a song titled "Love Is a Many-Splendored Thing." Perhaps the song should have been titled "Love Is a Many-Splintered Thing." You know, a splinter, a piece of wood that gets under your skin. Time must go by until it festers, and you can be rid of that painful feeling, and the healing can begin. In the case of love, it is kind of like that splinter. You meet someone, and a reaction occurs between you, and the heat is on.