Love we think about it, sing about it, dream about it, lose sleep worrying about it. When we don't have it, we search for it; when we discover it, we don't know what to do with it; when we have it, we fear losing it. It's a constant source of pleasure and pain, but we can't predict from one minute to the next which it's goin to be today. It takes on many shapes and many disguises: We love our parents, our brothers and sisters, our boyfriends and girlfriends. Love it's a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define, impossible to live without... Love is something that is great when you've found it, hurts when you lose it, and messes up a lot of people's lives