posted on September 12, 2003 11:32:05 AM
when abraham wife was too old to give him a son,she encouraged him to get a younger wife so he can have a son,thats true love.
when it comes time to taking your spouse to the cleaner,always leave him a wooden nickel ,just in case he needs it!
thats true love.
posted on September 12, 2003 12:37:31 PM
True love to me is when you put your partners happiness before your own. When you go through life's ups and downs and come out of it loving each other like you did in the beginning, when the relationship was new.
posted on September 12, 2003 11:45:28 PM
Love hurts, Love scars, Love wounds and mars
Any heart not tough or strong enough
To take a lot of pain, take a lot of pain
Love is like a cloud, it holds a lot of rain
Love hurts, Ooo-oo Love hurts
You gotta wake up every mornin',
Tip toe in the kitchen,
cook me a great T-bone steak,
Serve it to me in bed,
Go down the street and hustle,
Bring me back all the money you make.
You gotta rub my body with sweet scented oil,
Cool me with a 'lectric fan,
Run to the church
Fall down on your knees
Say "Lord I wanna thank you for that man"
And I'll call that true love,
True and sweet.
That ain't the kind of love I'm gettin',
But, baby, that's the kind of love I need.
Wanna come home every evenin'
To a great big meal
Of wine and roasted pheasant.
Say to me, "Shel, this is Susy,
This is Nell, I brought 'em both
Home to you for a present"
Cops bust in and find my stash,
You gotta tell 'em it belongs to you,
And when you're sittin' in slam,
Tell all the other chickies
When they get out,
They should look me up too.
And I'll call that true love,
True and sweet.
That ain't the kind of love I'm gettin',
But, baby, that's the kind of love I need.
Some guy accuses me
Of foolin' with his wife
And threatens to tear me apart
Points a gun at me.
I want you to jump in the middle
And take the bullet in your own heart,
And as you're lyin' on the floor and dyin',
I want you to look up at me and say
"Shel I'm sorry I messed up the rug,
Just roll my body out of the way"
And I'll call that true love,
True and sweet.
That ain't the kind of love I'm gettin',
But, baby, that's the kind of love I need.
Movie people call you on the telephone
I want you to turn down the part.
And when we're ballin', baby,
Ride my top so I never strain my heart.
And I'll call that true love,
True and sweet.
That ain't the kind of love I'm gettin',
But, baby, that's the kind of love I need.
posted on September 17, 2003 02:28:12 PM
Here's true love.... withered, baked, blasted, trampled , beaten and dead.
ANATHEMA
The entire household suffered.
My wife, myself, the two children, and the dog
whose puppies were born dead.
Our affairs, such as they were, withered.
My wife was dropped by her lover,
the one-armed teacher of music who was
her only contact with the outside world
and the things of the mind.
My own girlfriend said she couldn't stand it
anymore, and went back to her husband.
The water was shut off.
All that summer the house baked.
The peach trees were blasted.
Our little flower bed lay trampled.
The brakes went out on the car, and the battery
failed. The neighbors quit speaking
to us and closed their doors in our faces.
Checks flew back at us from merchants---
and then mail stopped being delivered
altogether. Only the sheriff got through
from time to time---with one or the other
of our children in the back seat,
pleading to be taken anywhere but here.
And then mice entered the house in droves.
Followed by a bull snake. My wife
found it sunning itself in the living room
next to the dead TV. How she dealt with it
is another matter. Chopped its head off
right there on the floor.
And then chopped it in two when it continued
to writhe. We saw we couldn't hold out
any longer. We were beaten.
We wanted to get down on our knees
and say forgive us our sins, forgive us
our lives. But it was too late.
Too late. No one around would listen.
We had to watch as the house was pulled down,
the ground plowed up, and then
we were dispersed in four directions.
posted on September 17, 2003 03:08:59 PM
what is not true love?/
the municipal district just sent me a certified mail that i owe backtax.
-sig file -------The thrill is gone!!
posted on September 17, 2003 04:41:20 PM
Damn... you got me... I do fantasize about you all... you three.... makes me all a quiver...
AIN'T LIFE GRAND...
posted on September 17, 2003 10:39:23 PM
True love is after you cut& trim 8 acres of lawn, walk into the house through the kitchen and standing behind the bar that sweet young thing, you have been married to forever, pouring from tap into a frosted 32oz mug. BECK DARK DRAFT BEER to cool you off.
