Date: 96-03-07 03:19:42 EST

From: Slimy Dog

Love is like warm sand.  It is nice in your hand, but try to grasp to hard

and it will only run away through your fingers.  I know,  I am standing

alone, with a fist full of nothing, wondering what happened to the handful of

love that was there.

Life is good.

Love is wonderful.

Make love to your man, and get lost in the moment.

If that is not enough, then it is not love.

When you discover passion,

the dizzying sea of passion,

you will be swept away,

and your sorrow replaced with a warm, dull joy.

A smile in your soul.

The lows just make the highs that much better.

Trust me, from a man who has wept more this year than the rest of my life combined.

Tears of joy.  Tears of sorrow.

Tears water the garden