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Pastimes : Valentine's Day Thread -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Edwarda who wrote (571)	2/14/1999 3:03:00 PM
From: Bullhorn	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1070

And alot of expense???

To: Edwarda who wrote (571)	2/14/1999 3:35:00 PM
From: James R. Barrett	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 1070

>>"This is not love. This is economics and, perhaps, philosophy and psychology."<< The question is not love, the question is happiness. Is Johnny happy?......Yes Does Johnny love his wife?... No Does Johnny need love to be happy?...No, just a great body to sleep with. Is Johnny's wife happy?.....Yes Does Johnny's wife love Johnny?......No Does Johnny's wife need love to be happy?.....No, just money & status. Does happiness need love?........No Does love equal happiness?.......No Who NEEDS love?.......No one. Who NEEDS happiness?..........Everyone Jim

To: Edwarda who wrote (571)	2/15/1999 9:23:00 PM
From: Father Terrence	Respond to of 1070

Ahhhh.. But then what is love? Is love the juice of Apollo flowing betwixt two beings? Or is love the circles of gold, the traditional wedding rings? Or is love, as some have said, just a second-hand emotion? Or is love the chemistry that evokes a feeling of devotion? I muse thy myriad things that love could mean to thee, A wink, a caress, a sigh, a moan, like some sublime poetry... Ah, Edwarda, Edwarda, do not dissect love lest it never be, For your sweet heart doth beat beneath a breast of such beauty! Your voice like swelling ocean tides washes o'er me in a crest, My eyes, from beneath my fevered brow, doth raise at your behest. As I take you in my arms again and you open to cupid's dart, We know love's a game and quite insane oftimes playing the parts, Of knaves and fools, of kings and queens of Spades and not of Hearts. Ride me now you brazen wench, And let us of each other quench, The fire burning in our loins, No more foreplay - No more toying! Release the ravenous beast of love! Open wide the gate for the ram above. For love's sweet sorrow weaves a mantra, Whiling away the hours with the Kama Sutra.