The tender forces of creation

I was watching a picture of the Taj Mahal again today.

A monument to the love between Shah Jahaan and Mumtaz, and a creation that would not have been if not for their union.

It was a union that allowed the most tender, and the most subtle and beautiful colors of love to be, to blossom and flourish. No demands, no expectations, no stories - just love - being as it is.

Finding an equal expression in material terms is almost impossible - and yet the Taj Mahal captures that elegance - what a labor of love its creation is, with what spirit did the architects design it, and how did they infuse it with the tenderness that characterized that relationship?