To sing this song.

Love is NOT BULL
SHIT. It's not! It's fucking

not. Love

is for real people. Love is for
real, people! Love is for real.

Love is
what makes your heart wonder stuff your head could care less
about. Love is what
makes you jump in front of a speeding plane, "Baby
don't go! We got to make a better ending
for this movie we're starred in, this
is depressing!" Don't do that. It's over, or
it would be. Act less pathological, maybe. Though love
can and do make you sick some time, I know. Love

is what could put you in a diabetic coma, metaphorically

so you better watch out except you can-not get enough

of the sweetness, regardless, when love

is the stuff

that makes you DO all shit like that, and end up
with a shucks-eating grin, lookin' like a fool

no regrets.

When you think about love, better be sitting down
because love can put you on your ASS. It's an epiphany
when that happens.

Love is the thing that goes bump bump bump in the night.

You know what I mean, on that. PEACE.

Love is also the thing that gives tender shushes, and
a perfect caress you didn't know how much you needed
'til just then that exact moment when. Oh,
sweet jeezy.

Love makes your tongue stick out,
or want to, anyhow! Depending
on context, and configurations. Love is the road

not taken, that makes you run all the way back to the fork and screech
around that corner, scattering yellow gold leaves
in your wake! Love

is a splendiddily thing, and love doesn't mind
all your diddling and dithering as you circle around it,
as long as you know

Love knows you're hooked.
And it's the sweetest sharpest piercing
barb with the strongest most unsnappable line
to reel you in, tested at
one hundred times the wait of you two
fish combined. And love, oh love
's got all the lines,
barbed and baited. Love's kind of shy,

too, you know, though. But Love
can't help it sometimes: it breaks out in a shout!
for all the world!

Hell yes!

Love don't mean a thing, except your whole life,

Love's not bullshit. Folks, it is
(love is)
the real deal. Love, to be clear
makes people smooth back their hair from their brow, to see
what's right in front of you, sometimes. Love, sometimes
makes somebody want to grab an ass
they have been told they're perfectly entitled to
grab any time and place, and with that permission
comes scant if any loss of the thrill
involved! In fact, it might
more than double the thrill, because
how can you not but spend your time
thinking about that permission, all day? All

day for days of what you've got, perfect
and as-far-as-we-both-wish-to-know-permanent
permission for: this, to love you. Oh,
wow. Love

is like shooting fish in a barrel
with a water pistol. Just that easy,
and are you gonna have to ask anyone how? Nope. Love

is also like riding your bike off a log: you
could never learn to forget
a thing like that.

Yet to get to it, and to get it, to win it and then
miss it, lose, slip, break-crack SNAP woosh
gone! and to feel the lack

can be
the hardest things you've ever, will ever have
to go through, in sequence

with your eyes wide-open in slow-motion the better to savor
the fatality of this

crash -

and to live in consequence.
to learn to endure
or to be at peace with. No, life
without love, cannot be peace; it must be war
or else:
hell.

They say it's the same thing, and I
will not war
upon them

for saying that.

Love's the most impressive force on earth. A love song
sweeps all other songs aside. A love song
tells you what you want to hear.

That's why I'm here.

To sing this song