THE PHILOSOPHY OF LOVE PART II.

Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame very pretty, often hot and fierce,but still only light and flickering. As love grows older,our hearts mature and our love become as coals,deep burning and unquenchable. Tell me how many bead’s there are in silver chain of evening rain,unraveled from the tumbling main,and threading the eye of yellow star so many times do I love again. A man reserve’s his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy. Live makes time pass;time makes love pass. True love stories never have ending’s. I love you as you are,but do not tell me how that is. There’s nothing more freeing than the shackles of love. Platonic love is love from the neck up. We waste time looking for the perfect lover,instead of creating the perfect love. You really shouldn’t say,”I Love you “unless you mean it.But if you mean it,you should say it a lot.people forget. So dear I love him, that with him all death’s I could endure without him live no life. Nobody has ever measured,even poets,how much a heart can hold. Men love because they are afraid of themselves, afraid of the loneliness that lives in them,and someone in whom they can lose themselves as smoke loses itself in the sky. Love is the most important thing in the world, but baseball is pretty good too. Lust fades,so you’d better be someone who can stand you. The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves. Love is the greatest refreshment in life. I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at,or even if they’re sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them,and them you never know where the hell you are. Love means nothing in tennis, but it’s everything in life. What the world really needs I more love and less paper work. I am the piano of love using my lovely fingers tip’s to caress the the romantic magic lyrics of love. It pleases me to read,confront me to write and delight me to talk, stick to my post and I will provoke your thoughts of love.