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What is love? You can't see it, touch it, or taste it. Yet it's powerful enough to lift you up into the clouds one minute, and bring you crashing back to Earth the next. What is it about this mysterious feeling that has caused countless songs to be written? Love can't be summed up in a couple choruses and a strum of a guitar, so why even try? Why do we continue to try to express the inexpressible? Maybe, because we live with the hope that, no matter how feeble our attempts, the sentiment will get across.
hmmm i found this on the net.. i liked it ... it made me think .. yea it is true .. noone can describe this thing called love ..
but this thing drives me crazy ..
-dani ann .....
if someone can reallly think about this ... and get their act right .. something might change ..
hmmm i found this on the net.. i liked it ... it made me think .. yea it is true .. noone can describe this thing called love ..
but this thing drives me crazy ..
-dani ann .....
if someone can reallly think about this ... and get their act right .. something might change ..