Perhaps...

"Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down;

...perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways;

...perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music,

perhaps. . . perhaps. . .love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath."

--Anne of Avonlea