Haiku on real love

Browsing through a book called Haiku for the SIngle Girl (Penguin), which I found on a colleague's desk, I came across a verse that made me smile. 


"He makes me happy. 
If he also makes me sad, 
Then I'll know it's love."


My colleague snorted and thought this was meant to be cynical, I disagree. If you have ever been in love – really in love – you know the above is true. 


Sadness is an intrinsic part of love, grown-up love. 


Just an idle random lunch-time thought.