Love we think about it, sing about it, dream about it, loose 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 loosing it,

It is the constant source of pleasure and pain, but we cant predict which will be from one moment to the next, it is a short word, east to spell, difficult to define, impossible to live without