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The Hours

What is love? Do we know? Far to few of us really get the meaning. We are always looking for the visions of passion and romance. But what we need to realize is that those things are fleeting. Just as beauty and youth slips thru our fingers, so do the ideals of love. Love is longevity and time. Time which we never quite grasp. Time we need to treasure. Keep locked away in our minds those moments of happiness and pleasure. For when the end comes and we relive the path we led, we get to see for ourselves if we loved truly... and if we didnt then we remember the pain.... Instead of the moments we should have made real. *I wrote this after watching the movie "The Hours"

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Date: 2/17/2011 3:29:00 PM
The only answer I have to, "What is Love"? is another question, "How do you measure love"? Simply put: You can't! Thanks for the poetry.....very nice...
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