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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: s6k Date: 09 Feb 04 - 04:24 AM "Love means never having to say youre sorry" --cue theme from 'Love Story' |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: BK Lick Date: 08 Feb 04 - 06:49 PM Here's the chorus of "I Once Loved" from Kathy Kallick's new CD, Reason & Rhyme. Love is a challenge, love is a testThe whole song can be streamed in RealAudio from her website. Give it a listen -- it's a goodun, I thinks. -- BK |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: s6k Date: 08 Feb 04 - 01:22 PM love is love |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: Amos Date: 08 Feb 04 - 10:41 AM Only as a verb, mate. A very demanding, taxing, upsetting and deliriously attractive Verb. A |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: D_Steveo Date: 08 Feb 04 - 10:14 AM God is love! |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: s6k Date: 08 Feb 04 - 06:08 AM So have we found the answer yet |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: s6k Date: 03 Feb 04 - 12:38 PM I've got to take a little time, a little time to think things over I better read between the lines, in case I need it when I'm older Now this mountain I must climb, feels like the world upon my shoulders Through the clouds I see love shine, it keeps me warm as life grows colder In my life there's been heartache and pain I don't know if I can face it again Can't stop now, I've travelled so far to change this lonely life I want to know what love is, I want you to show me I want to feel what love is, I know you can show me I'm gonna take a little time, a little time to look around me I've got nowhere left to hide, it looks like love has finally found me In my life there's been heartache and pain I don't know if I can face it again Can't stop now, I've travelled so far to change this lonely life I want to know what love is, I want you to show me I want to feel what love is, I know you can show me |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: Cuilionn Date: 03 Feb 04 - 12:27 PM Ah wis ance in a choir that sang in Scots Gaelic. Maist o the choristers were Gaelic lairners & far frae fluent, sae ilka sang's lyrics haed tae be explainit afore we cuid sing 'em wi proper feelin & expression. We were lairnin a Gaelic love sang, sae the choir director, Seumas, tuik it upon hissel tae explain the twa Gaelic wairds for love: "Gaol" & "Grádh." Here's a paraphrase o his explanation: "When ye're sittin in the pub, singin auld sangs an liftin anither pint at 2 AM, an ye lean ower tae ane o yir freens, sayin, 'Ah love ye, mon!' --That's 'Grádh.'" "Sae, what aboot 'Gaol'? Weel... 'Gaol' is what ye'd say tae someone whae maks breakfast for ye." It tuik a few seconds, but folk stairtit tae kythe his meanin, an then the ruim eruptit intae appreciative laughter. He went on tae explain the peculiar construction of the statement "I love you" in Gaelic: "Tha grádh agam ort" or "Tha gaol agam ort." (Literally: "There is love at me on you.") The "Grádh/Gaol" explanation tuik on new meanin the next mairnin. Oor choir rehearsals were held on the mainland, an Ah wis livin on an island then. The ferry sairvice wisnae guid at nicht, sae Ah went hame wi twa o ma choir-freens, tae sleep on their couch an catch a ferry hame in the mairn. The guid, hospitable couple wuidnae let me depairt wi'oot a guid, hot breakfast... a gesture that forcit me tae cry oot, "Tha GAOL agam ort!" Needless tae say, the three o us were reducit tae helpless laughter, an the breakfast-table conversation wis punctuatit by mony's the wink, giggle, an grin! --Cuilionn |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: SueB Date: 03 Feb 04 - 12:04 PM Stolen from the Funny Times: Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop. H.L. Mencken Love is the self-delusion we manufacture to justify the trouble we take to have sex. Dan Greenburg A constant interrogation. Milan Kundera A mutual misunderstanding. Oscar Wilde Two minds without a single thought. Philip Barry A grave mental disease. Plato Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired. Robert Frost When you're away, I'm restless, lonely, Wretched, bored, dejected; only Here's the rub, my darling dear, I feel the same when you are here. Samuel Hoffenstein Everything we do in life is based on fear, especially love. Mel Brooks True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen. La Rochefoucauld Some women and some men seem to need each other. Gloria Steinem In war as in love, to bring matters to a close, you must get close together. Napoleon I If love is the answer, could you rephrase the question? Lily Tomlin If you can stay in love for more than two years, you're ON something. Fran Lebowitz One is very crazy when in love. Freud |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: moocowpoo Date: 03 Feb 04 - 11:39 AM it's like 'louvre' but with letters missing it's also a bit like 'evolve' but spelt backwards and, also 2 letters gone astray. |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: Wilfried Schaum Date: 03 Feb 04 - 03:44 AM Best definition I found in a verse by the ancient Greek poetress Sappho, of Lesbos: A bitter-sweet mindless monster. Wilfried |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: s6k Date: 03 Feb 04 - 03:30 AM Thats pretty cool |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: LadyJean Date: 03 Feb 04 - 01:19 AM Once there was a princess, who vowed to marry the man who brought her a blue rose. One clever suitor procured a white rose and dyed it blue. The princess admired the rose, when a bee flew into the room. It flew into the rose, and died from the poisonous fumes of the dye. "That" said the princess, "was not a blue rose." Her second suitor had a blue rose painted on a porcelain cup. "It's lovely," the princess said, "But it's a cup, not a rose." One day the young man the princess loved arrived with a white rose. "What a lovely blue rose," the princess said. "It's a white rose," her courtiers said. "Oh no," said the princess. Can't you see it! It's a blue rose!" "Yes," the courtiers agreed, "It does have a blueish tinge. I see it now." I read the story when I was a child, and I don't remember the name of hte book. But it strikes me as the perfect definition of love. |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: GUEST,freda Date: 02 Feb 04 - 07:16 AM Plaisir d'amour Your eyes taste mine I saw the life in them shine. my dance is new watching the path to you A door is wide To open and come down in side I wait alone watching that path of stone Plaisir d'amour Ne dure qu'un moment: Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie. Your eyes are dark I taste the strength in your heart My long hair knows Where your sweet garden grows My mind in thine Our valleys and rivers entwine Your curving smile Tells me to sip a while My wild heart yearns The heat in your blinding sun burns I taste your skin And all your life within Plaisir d'amour Ne dure qu'un moment: Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie. A gypsy song singing your milk in my mind our loves entwine Aching to sip your wine Plaisir d'amour Ne dure qu'un moment: Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie. My robes of rose Wash through your rivers and snows Your moonlit wine drenches my song of time Plaisir d'amour Ne dure qu'un moment: Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie. |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: LadyJean Date: 26 Jan 04 - 11:42 PM That wasn't me, that was Robbie Burns, who had a lot more experience with the opposite sex than even I have. |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: dianavan Date: 26 Jan 04 - 10:40 PM Seems to me that the notion of romantic love was spread through Europe by the troubadors. Eleanor of Aquitane was largely responsible for this. |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: freda underhill Date: 26 Jan 04 - 09:44 PM Love sought is good, but given unsought is better --William Shakespeare |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: GUEST Date: 26 Jan 04 - 01:37 PM L is for the way you look at me O is for the only one I see V is very, very extraordinary E is even more than anyone that you adore can Love is all that I can give to you Love is more than just a game for two Two in love can make it Take my heart and please don't break it Love was made for me and you L is for the way you look at me O is for the only one I see V is very, very extraordinary E is even more than anyone that you adore can Love is all that I can give to you Love is more than just a game for two Two in love can make it Take my heart and please don't break it Love was made for me and you Love was made for me and you Love was made for me and you |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: GUEST,gust uh guest Date: 26 Jan 04 - 01:17 PM Man, are you guys full of .....LOVE..... or what? |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: GUEST,pimpleontheaoftheuniverse Date: 26 Jan 04 - 12:40 PM LadyJean you know what love is! you have demonstrated the answer to the question! thanks potaotu |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: s6k Date: 26 Jan 04 - 12:22 PM I love you whether or not you love me I love you even if you think that I don't Sometimes I find you doubt my love for you, but I don't mind Why should I mind, Why should I mind What is love anyway? Does anybody love anybody anyway? Can anybody love anyone so much that they will never fear Never worry never be sad The answer is they cannot love this much nobody can This is why I don't mind you doubting And maybe love is letting people be just what they want to be The door always must be left unlocked To love when circumstance may lead someone away from you And not to spend the time just doubting What is love anyway? Does anybody love anybody anyway? |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: s&r Date: 21 Jan 04 - 06:41 AM When you're able to understand the answer, you won't need to ask the question. I fell in love once. |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: LadyJean Date: 21 Jan 04 - 12:56 AM Since his birthday's coming up, Had we never loved sae blindly Had we never loved sae kindly Never met and never parted, We would ne'er be broken hearted. Ae fond kiss and then we sever. Robert Burns, of course. |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: *daylia* Date: 20 Jan 04 - 01:46 PM pimpleonthenoseoftheuniverse, here's some ideas that I've watched work very well for lots of people ... including myself. I've heard it said (by people I consider to be much wiser than myself) that those who are not yet capable of truly loving themselves cannot love anyone or anything else. Love starts within. I've also heard that a great way to get started at loving oneself (which unfortunately most of us learn NOT to do very early in life) is to practice first becoming aware of, then "deleting" and changing any and all negative/unloving thoughts about oneself. Using affirmations is WONDERFUL for this! Once you've become the master of your own mind and thought-patterns, and learned to re-structure them in a way that serves you instead of smashes you, you'll find yourself becoming a happier, healthier, more loving and accepting person of everyone around you too. And you'll notice you've started attracting loving people into your life for a change, because "like attracts like". The ones interested in hating and fighting and abusing will not be interested in you once you stop "abusing" yourself. I kinda like freckleonthenoseoftheuniverse ... or maybe driedchocolatespotonthelipoftheuniverse ... ;) daylia |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: GUEST,pimpleonthenoseoftheuniverse Date: 20 Jan 04 - 01:20 PM leeneia thanks for your insights my name for me expressed not worthlessness, but insignificance. but in consideration, i hereby change my name to pimpleonthenoseoftheuniverse geographically more visible! |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: GUEST,leeneia Date: 20 Jan 04 - 11:35 AM Just because a noun exists doesn't mean the thing named exists. There is no such THING as "love." When a person says "I love you," they merely mean "You're making me happy." This is not a good basis for a lasting relationship. For a relationship to last, there must be mutual helping and mutual enjoyment of one another's company. The love that people, usually male, sing about in the pop songs is the steadfast, absolute devotion that a mother has for her baby. No adult has the right to that. Remember Barry Manilow's song "Oh, Mandy"? You could change it to "Oh Mommie" and it would make perfect sense. Blaeh! So, pimple, forget love. Change your name to something that doesn't say "I'm not worth bothering with," and try forming some relationships with a rational basis. |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: *daylia* Date: 20 Jan 04 - 10:21 AM Mmmmmm, such wonderfully loving inspirations! Here's another that I found on a box of Celestial Seasonings Herbal Tea ... To love for the sake of being loved is human. To love for the sake of Loving is angelic". Last night I found these words of Rev Martin Luther King at the link Don posted on the thread "Prophetic Words". I really like them, and they fit in so well here ... (emphasis mine) When I speak of love I am not speaking of some sentimental and weak response. I am speaking of that force which all of the great religions have seen as the supreme unifying principle of life. Love is somehow the key that unlocks the door which leads to ultimate reality. This Hindu-Moslem-Christian-Jewish-Buddhist belief about ultimate reality is beautifully summed up in the first epistle of Saint John: Let us love one another; for love is God and everyone that loveth is born of God and knoweth God. He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love. If we love one another God dwelleth in us, and his love is perfected in us. Let us hope that this spirit will become the order of the day. We can no longer afford to worship the god of hate or bow before the altar of retaliation. The oceans of history are made turbulent by the ever-rising tides of hate. History is cluttered with the wreckage of nations and individuals that pursued this self-defeating path of hate. As Arnold Toynbee says : "Love is the ultimate force that makes for the saving choice of life and good against the damning choice of death and evil. Therefore the first hope in our inventory must be the hope that love is going to have the last word." I hope so. daylia |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: freda underhill Date: 20 Jan 04 - 09:55 AM ...if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. ...But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy; To return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips. Khalil Gibran |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: GUEST,pimpleontheaoftheuniverse Date: 20 Jan 04 - 12:57 AM that's a great one, amos.. pimple |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: Amos Date: 19 Jan 04 - 11:20 PM I dunno how to define it, but here are a number of good reasons for doing it, borrowed from another Blogger: Reasons to Love Because other people don't. Because if you don't, others won't. Because people do die without it. Because it makes you feel good to love someone. Because it makes others feel good, too. Because the children are watching. Because they're not. Because you know what it's like feeling unloved. Because you don't want to know what that feels like. Because it can stop an argument. Because it can heal the deepest wound. Because it is the most wonderful magic in existence. Because others have loved you. Because you are worthy of being loved. Because others are worthy of your love. Because you love yourself and wish to share. Because it is a sacred gift that money cannot buy. Because it lives forever, even beyond death. Just because. A |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: Sweetfia Date: 19 Jan 04 - 10:50 AM love...is a figment of your imagination! |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: GUEST Date: 19 Jan 04 - 08:57 AM Love is... a warm fluffy pink blanket of a thing. |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: kendall Date: 18 Jan 04 - 11:47 PM Niagra Falls...slowly I turn, step by step... |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: Lyrical Lady Date: 18 Jan 04 - 02:29 AM |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: Micca Date: 17 Jan 04 - 10:16 PM I am not at all sure what love IS, but I think I am gradually getting an idea of what it is NOT!!! |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: GUEST,pimpleontheaoftheuniverse Date: 17 Jan 04 - 09:08 PM hi this thread has been great. now I feel one - one with the millions of pimples on the a.. potaotu i think the only wau this question can be answered in through personal experience.... |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: GUEST Date: 17 Jan 04 - 06:25 PM Homeless -- Thanks for your post. 1959. Arrrrgh!!!!! Mark |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: Lyrical Lady Date: 17 Jan 04 - 01:24 PM I'd like to meet him too! LL |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: Ed. Date: 17 Jan 04 - 12:57 PM substitute your own name every time the word 'love' appears in the text: Ed is patient and kind. Ed is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. Ed does not demand his own way. Ed is not irritable, and he keeps no record of when it has been wronged. Ed is never glad about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Ed never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance. Ed sounds like a really nice guy. I'd like to meet him... |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: Jeanie Date: 17 Jan 04 - 12:51 PM Ooh, and I must add this very well-known definition of love, which shows just what can happen when that essence is put into action: 'Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. Love does not demand its own way. Love is not irritable, and it keeps no record of when it has been wronged. It is never glad about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.' I once read a very challenging suggestion: To read this regularly, and to substitute your own name every time the word 'love' appears in the text, check it against yourself and make any necessary adjustments ! Oohh.... With Love (again) - jeanie |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: Jeanie Date: 17 Jan 04 - 11:58 AM Little Hawk - Thank you. I have written out your very eloquent and very true definition of Love into my book of readings and quotes, so that I can read it over again. One of my favourite poems, that has had pride of place for some years in my little book of quotes, is the poem by Leo Marks, which to me conveys that same essence you speak of: a positive, powerful, eternal interconnectedness between every one and every thing, so much so that they are One. That, to me, is Love. The life that I have Is all that I have, And the life that I have is yours. The love that I have Of the life that I have Is yours, and yours, and yours. A sleep I shall have, A rest I shall have, Yet death will be but a pause, For the peace of my years In the long, green grass Will be yours, and yours, and yours. With Love - jeanie |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: GUEST,Boab Date: 17 Jan 04 - 10:10 AM Treacle rinnin doon yer back, an' ye cannae reach roond tae lick it----- |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE SATURDAY BOY (Billy Bragg) From: Ed. Date: 17 Jan 04 - 07:06 AM John's mention of unrequieted reminds me of a great song about first love: The Saturday Boy (Billy Bragg) I'll never forget the first day I met her That September morning was clear and fresh The way she spoke and laughed at my jokes And the way she rubbed herself Against the edge of my desk She became a magic mystery to me And we'd sit together in double History twice a week And some days we'd walk the same way home And it's surprising how quick A little rain can clear the streets We dreamed of her and compared our dreams But that was all that I ever tasted She lied to me with her body you see I lied to myself 'bout the chances I'd wasted The times we were close Were far and few between In the darkness at the dances in the school canteen Did she close her eyes like I did As we held each other tight And la la la la la la la la means I love you She danced with me and I still hold that memory Soft and sweet And I stare up at her window As I walk down her street But I never made the first team, I just made the first team laugh And she never came to the phone She was always in the bath I had to look in the dictionary To find out the meaning of unrequited While she was giving herself for free At a party to which I was never invited I never understood my failings then And I hide my humble hopes now Thinking back she made us want her A girl not old enough to shave her legs From www.billybragg.co.uk |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: John MacKenzie Date: 17 Jan 04 - 06:16 AM Lady Jean that's unrequieted love, and I find the older I become the more unrequieted it gets. John |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: LadyJean Date: 16 Jan 04 - 11:46 PM I felt physical pain once, I loved a man so much. He wasn't particularly interested in me. My romances tend to be one sided. I remember, sometimes it hurt, when I thought of him. I see him every now and then. He's married to another lady. I can't say it bothers me. It doesn't hurt when I think about him anymore. |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: NobleSavage Date: 16 Jan 04 - 10:33 PM Some definitions from the classical Greek-- agape: unconditional love; usually used in a theological context (usually Christian) philia: love between friends; amiability storge: parental affection; love of parents for children eros: sexual love usually driven by physical attraction. Remember that these definitions were heavily culturally dependant--they can be used to amplify the word "love" as used in English, but are encapsulated within it, but do not substitute for it. The way the word is used today seems to be context sensitive--I think it best to ask the person what he or she means by it. . . So, what do *you* mean when you say love? NS |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: kendall Date: 16 Jan 04 - 09:59 PM Some say it's a pain in the neck. I have a much lower opinion of it. |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: Micca Date: 16 Jan 04 - 06:33 PM Love is … Love is feeling cold in the back of vans Love is a fanclub with only two fans Love is walking holding paintstained hands Love is Love is fish and chips on winter nights Love is blankets full of strange delights Love is when you don't put out the light Love is Love is presents in Christmas shops Love is when you're feeling Top of the Pops Love is what happens when the music stops Love is Love is white panties lying all forlorn Love is a pink nightdress still slightly warm Love is when you have to leave at dawn Love is Love is you and love is me Love is a prison and love is free Love's what's there when you're away from me Love is copyright: Adrian Henri |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: harvey andrews Date: 16 Jan 04 - 06:17 PM A chemical reaction in the brain necessary for the continuation of the species. or; Sexual intercourse began In nineteen sixty three (Which was rather late for me) - Between the end of the "Chatterley" ban And the Beatles first LP. Up till then there'd only been A sort of bargaining, A wrangle for a ring, A shame that started at sixteen And spread to everything Then all at once the quarrel sank: Everyone felt the same, And every life became A brilliant breaking of the bank A quite unlosable game. So life was never better than In nineteen sixty-three (Though just too late for me) - Between the end of the "Chatterley" ban And the Beatles first LP by Philip Larkin And if you're lucky, after the brain chemicals disperse and real life returns from insanity you'll have a relationship that feels like; "A brilliant breaking of the bank A quite unlosable game." |
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Subject: RE: BS: what is love From: open mike Date: 16 Jan 04 - 06:01 PM if "LOVE" is just B.S. we are in a heck of a fix!@ these definaitions from the onl line dictionery seem to lack something: 1 entry found for philia.-philia--suff. 1. Tendency toward: hemophilia. 2. Abnormal attraction to: necrophilia. [New Latin, from Greek -phili : -philos, -phile + -i, -ia.] i think they missed the point on this one... |
