Is love a fancy, or a feeling? No.
It is immortal as immaculate Truth,
'Tis not a blossom shed as soon as youth,
Drops from the stem of life--for it will grow,
In barren regions, where no waters flow,
Nor rays of promise cheats the pensive gloom.
Paul McCartney or Kenneth Cole...that is the question. Now, the day after I met Paul he wrote a song about me...Yummie. The day after I met Kenneth he called wanting to know when we were going to make fun of people again. You can see my delimma. Two things I love...music & making myself feel better about my extra weight by cutting others down. Honestly, it's tough. Paul follows his heart...even if that means quasi-destitution. Kenneth...let's just say sometimes I wonder if he should be living in Montrose he loves clothes so much. And he puts product in his perfectly groomed hair...his shoes ALWAYS match his belt...and his jeans hit the ground at precisely the right spot. I'll be honest, it's a bit intimidating getting ready for a date with him. I'm fascinated with Paul...but Kenneth is a bit more socially acceptable. I'm going crazy. It's true...wait...ehh..yup...cue the head voices...
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Love is that thing that makes you sick to your stomach...only you think its butterflies. Love is the essence of everything and the end of nothing. A thousand metaphors and euphemisms can be used to bring this feeling to life, make it understandable to the human being standing next to you, but none of those descriptions will make it relevant if he or she has not experienced it. So LOVE is the experience of itself. Two finger snaps to that one! I feel a Love Jones coming on!
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