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What is Love ?

WHAT IS LOVE?
 

 Love is a slow kiss goodnight
 It is anticipation.

 Love is an imperfection in yourself not bothering you.
 It is acceptance.

 Love is passing up an opportunity because the time isn't right yet.
 It is patience.

 Love is a back massage that starts above the hairline and ends
 around the innersoles.
 It is exploration.

 Love is not having to say, "Let's make love", because you know
 what the other person wants.
 It is understanding.

 Love is being given an honest chance to say no when you
 thought you were committed.
 It is consideration.

 Love is saying the perfect phrase to make a solemn embrace
 dissolve into giggles.
 It is humor.

 Love is being told, "Stop and I'll kill you".
 It is desire.

 Love is reviewing the damage to your living room and realizing
 personal effects are strewn in a clockwise pattern from the front
 door to the bedroom.
 It is abandonment.

 Love is seeing what your lover really looks like for the first time.
 It is truth.

 Love is knowing what time it is and not caring.
 It is joy.

 Love is the arms around you tightening their embrace.
 It is ecstacy.

 Love is telling a person, if you have to leave, you will let them sleep, and
being told they would rather be awakened.
 It is tenderness.

 Love is waking up to find the subject of the dream you were having  asleep
on your shoulder.
 It is where fantasy meets reality.

 Love is being there to wake your lover........slowly.
 It is sensuousness.

 Love is belatedly knowing why you bought a king size bed three years ago.
 It is practicality.

 Love is two people only taking up a third of a king size bed.
 It is closeness.

 Love is knowing you gave the extra set of keys to the right person.
 It is trust.

 Love is saying goodbye and knowing you will be back by mutual consent.
 It is faith.

 Love is stretching your arms and discovering the real meaning of the word
"sore".
 It is a lesson in human fraility.

 Love is opening your medicine cabinet and finding your tooth-  paste turned
into a pretzel.
 It is adaptation.

 Love is sitting at the window, looking out, and remembering who you were
with the night before.
 It is reflection.

 Love is hearing the weather forcast for a winter storm, and wishing you could
spend it in bed with your lover.
 It is loneliness.

 Love is stories that will never be told.
 It is personal.

 Love is a slow kiss goodnight. 

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Update in 21 December 1998