That love is reverence, and worship, and glory, and the upward glance. Not a bandage for dirty sores. But they don't know it. Those who speak of love most promiscuously are the ones who've never felt it. They make some sort of feeble stew out of sympathy, compassion, contempt, and general indifference, and they call it love. Once you've felt what it means to love as you and I know it - the total passion for the total height - you are unable of anything else.
gah!!!! misspelled words, bad punctuation...just a mess!!! brought my score down because of all the mistakes in it! i was typing it CORRECTLY ...yet "making mistakes"....cause it was full of em!! GRRRR!
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