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26 October 2009

starts with a r and ends with a e

Romance is like a note tucked under your pillow.It's something you can smell,like a bottle of frangrance or a bouquet of lilacs.It's something you can wear or taste or show off.But love-it's doesn't package well.You can't tie it up with ribbons and bows.You can't make a board game of love.Love won't sit in neat little squares and pause obediently for other people to take a turn.But only love is worth playing for.Worth working for.Fighting for.And even yeilding for.