And this does it for me today:
Though my job involves restoring cultural properties,
sometimes I feel how they rust and decay slowly is also beautiful.
What I mean is that love for a cultural property isn't just restoration.
Watching it slowly disappear is also a kind of love.
It is not lovey dovey but it touches me in a special way, how the words can be played into human lives, how one can age yet still be beautiful in many other ways.