Patience and Love agreed to meet at a set time and place; beneath the twenty-third tree in the olive orchard.
Patience arrived promptly and waited. She checked her watch every so often but still, there was no sign of Love.
Was it the twenty-third tree or the fifty-sixth? She wondered and decided to check, just in case.
As she made her way over to the fifty-six tree, Love arrived at tree twenty-three where Patience was noticeably absent.
Love waited and waited before deciding he must have the wrong tree and perhaps it was another where they were supposed to meet.
Meanwhile, Patience had arrived at the fifty-sixth tree where Love was still nowhere to be seen.
Both begin to drift aimlessly around the olive orchard, almost meeting but never do.
Finally, Patience who was lost and feeling quite resigned, found herself beneath the same tree where she began.
She stood there for barely a minute when there was a tap on her shoulder. It was Love.
“Where are you?” She asked. “I have been searching all my life.”
“Stop looking for me,” Love replied, ‘and I will find you.”
– Lang Leav
– Maîtres du moment
Composition By: Kay Lynn Gabaldon