LFS: The Storyteller

©2008 by LeeZard Throughout history writers have been trying to define and analyze love, capture it in words and make us feel it in our hearts. LeeZard thinks he'll take a crack at it. “All You Need is Love” "Can't Buy Me Love" "All My Loving" "And I love Her" "P.S. I Love You" "She Loves You (Yeah Yeah Yeah)" The Beatles Not that I fancy myself an expert; quite the opposite. Remember, this is the guy who spent ages 17-51 in some form of chemically or alcoholically altered state. It is unlikely anything I thought was love was really love. That shit messes up your central nervous system, which is where some of that love resides, I’m sure (see "Chemistry of Love" to the right). So, I’m taking this on as a rookie. Hang on; here we go. Ah, so many kinds of love, so little time. For our purposes, let’s talk of romantic love – the best and the worst kind of love. We’ve all been there; we’ve all felt the joys and the pain. “L...

©2008 by LeeZard Two flowers in the desert, Buried in the sand. Two lonely ships at sea, Nowhere near the land. The flowers barely nourished, Managed to survive. The ships, tho’ tossed by storm, Sailed on with the tide. For years the flowers slept, Apart and all alone. The ships sailed separately, No ports to call them home. One day a gentle wind, Blew away the sand. One day a pure white bird, Led the ships to land. Underneath new sunlight, The flowers bloomed and grew. With their ships in port, Wives found their love anew. And, now the flowers drink, The raindrops from the sky, Then they see each other, They’ve always been nearby.