What will we find in the garden of  LOVE?

GOING HOME

Would I take the next plane to you?

Could the next one carry me,

my baggage and all my love?

Would there be enough room?

If I were to take the next plane

and even if it landed

right in front of your house,

would your dreams be fulfilled?

Could they fill all the empty seats,

and the cargo bay?

Should I take the Concord

and be there in an hour, or

catch a sight-seeing Lear jet,

and see the country before

joining you for dessert?

When I knock at your door,

with my suitcase in one hand,

and my heart in the other,

would my dreams,

your expectations and our

memories

recognize each other?

-- Wayne Ray --

It's no good trying to fool yourself about love.

You can't fall into it like a soft job, without dirtying up your hands.

It takes muscle and guts.

And if you can't bear the thought of messing up your nice, clean soul,

you'd better give up the whole idea of life, and become a saint.

Because you'll never make it as a human being.

It's either this world or the next.

-- John Osborne, Look Back in Anger --

"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side...

"Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out-handle?"

"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse.

"It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time,

not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."

"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.

"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful.

"When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."

"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"

"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse.

"You become. It takes a long time.

That's why it doesn't often happen to people who break easily,

or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.

Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off,

and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby.

But these things don't matter at all,

because once you are Real, you can't be ugly,

except to people who don't understand."

-- Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit --

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