What is Love? I thought I knew it well, but when I tried to hold it close I discovered a stranger in my arms. It said it didn't know me - this stranger I called Love. I gave myself so willingly to Love's sweet embrace, then found that to it I was only a one night stand - As Love moved on... and left me behind.
To love means never to be afraid of the windstorms of life: should you shield the canyons from the windstorms you would never see the true beauty of their carvings. ~Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
[This message has been edited by hoot_owl_rn (edited 04-11-2000).]
serenity...thanks hon, I should have put a disclaimer on this one that it wasn't indicative of my feelings right now, just something that came to me.
Toe darling...you never fail to make me laugh. Thanks...but I'm sure if you put a Hoot owl and a toe together it would only be ecstasy for the hoot owl as the toe would look too much like a worm and hence too much like supper for it
Ala bam a
Ummm....Hootie?...I've never had a problem with being eaten?.....Ooooops!....Well, yanno what I really mean....cuz I don't have a naughty thought in my vocabulary or mind......you do believe me.....don't ya?