Love? We think about it, sing about it, dream about it, lose sleep
worrying about it. When we don't have it, we search for it; when we
discover it, we don't know what to do with it; when we have it, we fear

losing it. It is the constant source ofplea sure andpain. Be we can't predict which it will be from one moment to the next. It is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define, impossible to live without

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