Love is anathema to logic.
Love is aimless revolution.
Love will cure the phobia, & instills an inner peace.
Love is lateral and wild.
Love will form a laughter line from every troubled frown.
Love is nature's prozak without the coming down.
Love is an umbrella when there isn't any rain, an aromatic massage when there isn't any pain.
Love is weeping eye to eye.
Love is as -stubborn- as the stain that even Persil can't remove.
Love is a scratchy motown track, the dirty needle in the groove.
Love makes a mug of tea in bed the morning after boozing.
Love is setting lovers free while subliminally accusing.
Love is late for work... again.
Love is looking glam, the best thing i the universe, and a good-for-nothing sham.
Love is kissing under moonlight.
Love is 9 to 5 reviled but gives us sweaty palms, is yet a call to arms.
Love connects to bleeding heart to the throbbing vein.
Love is life's lubricant.
Love is 4 legs in a bath.
Love makes 2 individuals a single psychopath.
Love is a triple figure phone bill.
Love will strike us dumb, it leads to lavish poetry to which we all succumb.
Love is very complicated.
Love is black & white, it might be paradoxical, but always love is right.
Love is bloodyminded.
Love is strong & true.
Love is unafraid of cliche.
Love is her & him.
Love is everything and everyone.