…like oxygen.
…a battlefield.
…all you need.
…
…a many splendored thing?
…a banquet on which we feed.
higher than a mountain
…a sweet old-fashioned notion.
. . . a stranger in an open car
. . . the drug
. . . all around you
I don’t know what it is, but I know where it comes from: up above. Anything posing as love which comes from anywhere else is not the genuine article.
…the losing score in tennis.
. . . on the way. I can see it in your eyes.
…in the air, everywhere I look around.
…but the song we sing.
…swift arrows.
…meted out as determined by a directly proportional take/make equivalence.
…making a shot to the knees of a target 120 kilometers away using an Aratech sniper rifle with a tri-light scope.
…like a butterfly, and butterflies are free.
…a four letter word.
…never having to say you’re sorry!
…stinky (Ergo “Love stinks!”)
…what the world needs now - love, sweet love!
… a many splintered thing.