STILL THE SAME OLD STORY

We often feel our changing world
Is moving much too fast
We long for some reminders
To link us with the past.


Like popping corn on winter nights
Sleigh riding in the snow
Or singing in the parlor
With the lights turned very low.


We often wish that life could be
The way it was before
When people seemed much nicer
And liked each other more.


Then suddenly we come upon
Two sweethearts in the park
Holding hands and whispering
Softly in the dark.


And all at once we realize
For it's very plain to see
Young love is just exactly
The way it used to be.


And even in this day and age
There's magic to be found
In the old familiar story
That makes the world go round!

by ALICE  E. CHASE

Love is...

What you make it......

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