Isn’t that a beautiful word? Four letters. One syllable. The hard vowel-v-softened by the ‘la’ and the ‘oh’. People love words. And they’re free, you know. You can write them, or speak them, or hear them.
Some people love words like superccalifragilisticexpialidocious.
The word has been defined as follows: super- “above”, cali- “beauty”, fragilistic- “delicate”, expiali- “to atone”, and -docious “educable”, with the sum of these parts signifying roughly “Atoning for educability through delicate beauty.” It is defined as ‘something to say when you have nothing to say’.
I think that says it all. Bernard Russell said, “Beware the guy who cannot say it simply.” But note, please, some people ‘love’ words like that. Love is the key. The subject, here. This simple word can be a verb, “I love you”. A noun,”Love is all.” An adjective, “A love nest.” The subject of a proposition, “He did it for love.”
Forgive me, that’s a bettejo. I love to be a ‘creative’ writer. Break all the rules. Full speed ahead.
The point is, you can love anything. Everything. You can love books. You can love cats. You can love people. Oe a people. People belonging to a place, religion, nation, race, language, class or culture. People living on Kauai.In Hawaii. Golly, you can love all people. That’s a happy, healthy thing to do.
“All you need is love
All you need is love
All you need is love, love
Love is all you need”
I think I’ll write a song. Oh, darn it, somebody already did.
The world is so full of such beautiful things, I think we should all sing and let love praises ring.
I think we can grok love to fullness.
I think we can dance love.
I know you can fall in love with the scent of honey. Or Night Blooming Jasmine. Or plumeria.
You can fall in love with a forest glade, a sea scape, a mountain peak, a cloudy sky, a desert in bloom, a field of poppies, a green meadow full of contented cows or frolicking goat or horses or mules.
You can get lost in a reverie of love in the shade. Under a tree. On a ski slope or a garden path. Riding. Swimming. Sailing. In a class room of happy children. In a restaurant of satisfied diners. In a theater filled with laughter.
I think laughter is almost always the sound of love.
Find a comfortable chair, grab a cushion, sip a chilly cold drink-Chardonnay goes well here, with crackers= and cheese= and read a poem.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee ……….
Watch a fun love film. Some Like it Hot. A classic.
I think we should have a happy love hour-not just in a pub-but in the schools, at job sites, in the work place.