What is Love?

[iFemale]

Re: What is Love?

Do, Do you know how to patch up a wound?
'Cause I might need some time to clear the hole in this heart and I've tried every remedy,
And nothing seems to work for me!

I thought that I should let you know....
This heart is damaged, damaged..(So Damaged)

So how you gonna fix it, fix it, fix it?
How you gonna fix it, fix it, fix it?

[SilverLining]

Re: What is Love?

At least someone knows what I'm talking about haha. But then again, you always know the songs I'm singing. 5pts

[iFemale]

Re: What is Love?

I'm always one step ahead. I can catch your drift, baby, Tokyo drift.

[iFemale]

Re: What is Love?

These last couple of days, my hearts been 'ltsvats' (filled) with ache and emotion...and it's not Love.

[KanadaHye]

Re: What is Love?

P.S.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P_3pq0XpUsc

"My heart still has a beat, But love is now a feat,
As common as a cold day in LA"

I love this song. Love only hurts when someone you love dies. Any other losses was never love to begin with.

[KanadaHye]

Re: What is Love?

These last couple of days, my hearts been 'ltsvats' (filled) with ache and emotion...and it's not Love.

Taco Bell? J/K... I'll get the bandaids....

[iFemale]

Re: What is Love?

Taco Bell? J/K... I'll get the bandaids....

There would be no need for bandaids here, my friend. My heart isn't torn or shattered into pieces. It's being filled with things, just not good things.

Ehh.

[iFemale]

Re: What is Love?

Taco Bell?

Next time, think outside the bun.

[KanadaHye]

Re: What is Love?

There would be no need for bandaids here, my friend. My heart isn't torn or shattered into pieces. It's being filled with things, just not good things.

Ehh.

Ahhh... then just open up the valve after its full and let it drain. You have to make room for the good things.

[freakyfreaky]

Re: What is Love?

Now What Is Love


Now what is Love, I pray thee, tell?
It is that fountain and that well
Where pleasure and repentance dwell;
It is, perhaps, the sauncing bell
That tolls all into heaven or hell;
And this is Love, as I hear tell.

Yet what is Love, I prithee, say?
It is a work on holiday,
It is December matched with May,
When lusty bloods in fresh array
Hear ten months after of the play;
And this is Love, as I hear say.

Yet what is Love, good shepherd, sain?
It is a sunshine mixed with rain,
It is a toothache or like pain,
It is a game where none hath gain;
The lass saith no, yet would full fain;
And this is Love, as I hear sain.

Yet, shepherd, what is Love, I pray?
It is a yes, it is a nay,
A pretty kind of sporting fray,
It is a thing will soon away.
Then, nymphs, take vantage while ye may;
And this is Love, as I hear say.

Yet what is Love, good shepherd, show?
A thing that creeps, it cannot go,
A prize that passeth to and fro,
A thing for one, a thing for moe,
And he that proves shall find it so;
And shepherd, this is Love, I trow.

-- Sir Walter Raleigh