Love Is A Many Splendored Thing
Like every girl, at one point I was going to run away to Paris and find a younger boy to take back to my flat every night. We’d sit on the hardwood floors with the lights dimmed and drink wine with old 1950s doo wop crackling on the record player. We’d watch out the balcony windows all the lights sparkling throughout the city and the dark night sky reflecting the bright bustle of life in the streets.
But I got older and I realised that French boys aren’t my thing, so I ran away to America and hope to find a nice Midwestern boy to take back to my flat at night. We’ll sit on the hardwood floors with the lights dimmed, drinking wine with old 1950s doo wop crackling on the record player. We’ll watch out the balcony window the waves of the Pacific Ocean crashing on the shore under the dark night sky.
Hey, I have emotions and idealistic dreams too you know, even at my age.
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Love Lifts Us Up Where We Belong
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May 30th, 2010
All You Need Is Love
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
We do not judge the people we love. At least, if you really love them you don’t. You have more patience and acceptance for those you truly love than anyone else in the world and you always support them, no matter what they do.
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Love Is Like Oxygen
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