How, really, can one
identify true love when lust and infatuation masquerade as love? Genuine love
can’t be shown merely through chocolates or roses or material possessions. It
can’t be attained through lust and copulation. Love has true values. Love is
wonderful. Its kind and patient. Its attributes are admirable. What plagues us
these days is not love. We are infested by Hollywood’s notion of love – lust and
sex. We have forgotten – no, not forgotten – we don’t know love. It’s
difficult, therefore, to experience bona fide love. As a result we are misguided.
Authentic love can’t and won’t lead you astray. Love is simply sweet. I love
love. But where is my love? Where is my love in this whirlwind of confusion?
In My Room/Office/Studio
"A writer and nothing else: a man alone in a room with the English language, trying to get human feelings right." - John K. Hutchen.
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