what_we_talk_about_when_we_talk_about_love once again We should be ashamed, saddened by the things we say. What is love anyway? How dare we prattle on: Say "How I laughed..." and, "When he smiled..." "All these tears..." And what are we saying? Forgive us our sins? Watch as we trespass upon each other. We watch this lovely sin deny all realities, excepting its own. We talk about love, love for, or with, or by... "And this is what it means," we say. What are we saying? What right have we? When I talk about you, or you talk about me. It’s never what we mean when we talk about love. 050210 what's it to you? who go blather from