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LOVE LATELY




Cupid has finally gotten off his backside & is doing his job, he has been slacking off for too long lately. I know he is very chubby & that arrow cannot be easy to lug around, but still, if you have a job to do, you should just get on with it.

Things are definitely starting to look up, Spring is in the air & love is not far behind.


I see it all around me...

Damn, now that song by Wet Wet Wet is stuck in my head, you know the one:

Sing it with me if you feel the  Love...

You know I love you, I always will, 
My mind's made up by the 
Way that I feel 
There's no beginning, 
There'll be no end 
'cause on my love you can depend 

Got to keep it moving 

Oh It's written in the wind ...

I am (unashamedly) a fool for love: I love cheesy sentiment & believe in "Happily ever after".

I do believe a toast is in order:
Here's to LOVE... the good kind, that leaves you breathless & wanting more.
Here's to LOVERS who have the courage to take the leap & fall.
Here's to those of us who have been hurt by love more times than we can remember, yet continue to believe in it's magic.

Abracadabra, let love in!!!!







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