Gina

  When he looked into her eyes, he learned the most important part of the language that all the world spoke – the language that everyone on earth was capable of understanding in their heart. It was love. Something older than humanity, more ancient than the desert. What the boy felt at that moment was that he was in the presence of the only woman in his life, and that, with no need for words, she recognized the same thing. Because when you know the language, it’s easy to understand that someone in the world awaits you, whether it’s in the middle of the desert or in some great city. And when two such people encounter each other, the past and the future become unimportant. There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only. It is the hand that evokes love, and creates a twin soul for every person in the world. Without such love, one’s dreams would have no meaning. ---Paulo Coehlo "The Alchemist"     "Come and play with me," proposed the little prince. "I am so unhappy." "I cannot play with you," the fox said. "I am not your friend." "What does that mean, friend?" The fox said, "Well, to me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you befriend me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world... "I'm beginning to understand." said the Little Prince, "There is a rose ... I think she is my friend." "If you befriend me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow... [I am a fox, I eat chickens, not bread...] Wheat is of no use to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back to the thought of you, and I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat ... Think how wonderful that will be when you are my friend!" Later, the little prince saw a garden of roses. "You are not at all like my rose," he said. "As yet you are nothing. No one has befriended you, and you are no one's friend. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world... He went on. "To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered, because it is she that I have listened to, because she is my rose." And he went back to meet the fox. The fox told him, "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: it is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye... it is the time you have spent with your rose that makes your rose so important."   Letters of Vincent van Gogh   It may well seem to you that the sun is shining more brightly and that everything has taken on a new charm. That, at any rate, is the inevitable consequence of true love, I believe, and it is a wonderful thing. And I also believe that those who hold that no one thinks clearly when in love are wrong, for it is at just that time that one thinks very clearly indeed and is more energetic than one was before. And love is something eternal, it may change in aspect but not in essence. And there is the same difference between someone who is in love and what he was like before as there is between a lamp that is lit and one that is not. The lamp was there all the time and it was a good lamp, but now it is giving light as well and that is its true function. And one has more peace of mind about many things and so is more likely to do better work . .      A Lovely Love Story by Edward Montak    "The fierce Dinosaur was trapped inside his cage of ice. Although it was cold he was happy in there. It was, after all, his cage.   Then along came the Lovely Other Dinosaur. The Lovely Other Dinosaur melted the Dinosaur’s cage with kind words and loving thoughts.   I like this Dinosaur thought the Lovely Other Dinosaur. Although he is fierce he is also tender and he is funny. He is also quite clever though I will not tell him this for now.   I like this Lovely Other Dinosaur, thought the Dinosaur. She is beautiful and she is different and she smells so nice. She is also a free spirit which is a quality I much admire in a dinosaur.   But he can be so distant and so peculiar at times, thought the Lovely Other Dinosaur. He is also overly fond of things. Are all Dinosaurs so overly fond of things?   But her mind skips from here to there so quickly thought the Dinosaur. She is also uncommonly keen on shopping. Are all Lovely Other Dinosaurs so uncommonly keen on shopping?   I will forgive his peculiarity and his concern for things, thought the Lovely Other Dinosaur. For they are part of what makes him a richly charactered individual.   I will forgive her skipping mind and her fondness for shopping, thought the Dinosaur. For she fills our life with beautiful thoughts and wonderful surprises. Besides, I am not unkeen on shopping either.   Now the Dinosaur and the Lovely Other Dinosaur are old. Look at them. Together they stand on the hill telling each other stories and feeling the warmth of the sun on their backs.   And that, my friends, is how it is with love. Let us all be Dinosaurs and Lovely Other Dinosaurs together. For the sun is warm. And the world is a beautiful place."   Falling in Love is like owning a Dog by Taylor Mali First of all, it's a big responsibility,  especially in a city like New York.  So think long and hard before deciding on love.  On the other hand, love gives you a sense of security:  when you're walking down the street late at night  and you have a leash on love  ain't no one going to mess with you.  Because crooks and muggers think love is unpredictable.  Who knows what love could do in its own defense? On cold winter nights, love is warm.  It lies between you and lives and breathes  and makes funny noises.  Love wakes you up all hours of the night with its needs.  It needs to be fed so it will grow and stay healthy. Love doesn't like being left alone for long.  But come home and love is always happy to see you.  It may break a few things accidentally in its passion for life,  but you can never be mad at love for long. Is love good all the time? No! No!  Love can be bad. Bad, love, bad! Very bad love. Love makes messes.  Love leaves you little surprises here and there.  Love needs lots of cleaning up after.  Sometimes you just want to get love fixed.  Sometimes you want to roll up a piece of newspaper  and swat love on the nose,  not so much to cause pain,  just to let love know Don't you ever do that again! Sometimes love just wants to go for a nice long walk.  Because love loves exercise.  It runs you around the block and leaves you panting.  It pulls you in several different directions at once,  or winds around and around you  until you're all wound up and can't move. But love makes you meet people wherever you go.  People who have nothing in common but love  stop and talk to each other on the street. Throw things away and love will bring them back,  again, and again, and again.  But most of all, love needs love, lots of it.  And in return, love loves you and never stops.