Love is when the boy plays his flute after she departs
The essence of love is its self-sufficiency, being
Elementary and fundamental, where reason
Need not rule, where overwhelm are the senses!
In friendship we seek utility, in love we desire union
So is love so useless, so meaningless, and so pure.
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February, 24, 2008; it was Sunday evening, and Kevin had just returned from his trip to the airport, dropping off Annie. That evening I heard him playing on his flute one of the most nostalgic tones I had ever heard! So, I wrote the following on my blog:
“What is love? Love is when a boy plays his heart in a wooden flute upon her departure! “
Congratulations You Two!
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