There’s a big leap between ‘Disney princess tales’ and “you are the reason for my laughter and my sorrows, blow out the candle I will burn again tomorrow”, “in my life only you make me do for love what I would not do”, “every part of you has the ideal shape, and if you’re next to me it’s a complete coincidence of concave and convex” (literal translation of “O concavo e o convexo” by Roberto Carlos), “you can try to destroy anything you want, she only needs to open the span of her arms to rebuild everything” (“Je l’aime a mourir” by Francis Cabrel)… all of this makes total sense to anyone who has truly loved anyone in earnest, it’s not fantasy but mere lived experience expressed through poetry. Have you, or is this just a big case of scared ignorance/sour grapes? 👀