The book of love is long and boring

Shall we be sentimental? Yes, we shall. Shall emotion well up and spill over, just a little? Yes, it will. And it has.

When I first saw this movie in a theatre years ago, I was taken aback by how profoundly I blubbered. I mean, it was real crying, not just the furtive splashing you do at the movies while you scramble around and realize you don't have a kleenex.  It got right inside me. A gusher. I know why. Try being married for a long, long time, and realizing you're nowhere near the finish line.

The few lines in this are in German, but trust me, they require no translation.

The book of love is long and boring

No one can lift the damn thing

It's full of charts and facts and figures

And instructions for dancing

But I

I love it when you read to me

And you

You can read me anything

The book of love has music in it

In fact that's where music comes from

Some of it's just transcendental

Some of it's just really dumb

But I

I love it when you sing to me

And you

You can sing me anything

The book of love is long and boring

And written very long ago

It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes

And things we're all too young to know

But I

I love it when you give me things

And you

You ought to give me wedding rings

And I

I love it when you give me things

And you

You ought to give me wedding rings

You ought to give me wedding rings