love is...curious and touches things it shouldn't in department stores. it is...blind to imperfection and deaf to other's opinions.love is...patient like that of a grandparent knitting for an unborn child. it has soft hands and watches while you sleep. it nestles behind under and around every little thought in one's head. love is in itself undefinable yet you know when you've found it...
Trying to Define "It"
anonymous
July 5 2005, 23:07:10 UTC
Okay, I'll weigh in with a few more thoughts (although it's intimidating after your profound thoughts!)
love is...radiant like the birth of a star ...jubilant like an Olympian at the top of the podium ...like a life...it starts off frantic and consuming like the birth of a child and grows into ?
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love is...radiant like the birth of a star
...jubilant like an Olympian at the top of the podium
...like a life...it starts off frantic and consuming like the birth of a child and grows into ?
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