A funny thing is love, it has no rules, and yet in order for its function there used to be a marriage.

And now days a few dispense with this, to live it would be prison and magic would dissolve.

And what of magic? For some a shapely thigh, a certain look, a twinkle in the eye, or how they walk away.

And is love fair? Nay, no fairer than war, in fact war is sometimes kinder.