Whats "Love"

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Something intresting i came across..enjoy..

A group of 4 to 8 year-old Children was asked, "What does love mean?" The
answers they gave were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined.

What is Love???*


 --"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it
everyday" (Tina - age 7)

--"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else
kissing me to sleep at night." (Clare - Age 5)

--"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You
know that your name is safe in their mouth." (Billy - age 4)


--"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint
her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time,
even when his hands got arthritis too.. That's love." (Rebecca - age 8 )

--"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French
fries without making them give you any of theirs." (Chrissy - age 6 )

--"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired." (Terri - age 4 )

--"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip
before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK." (Danny - age 7)

--"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still
friends even after they know each other so well." (Tommy - age 6 )

--"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and scared. I looked at all
the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the
only one doing that.. I wasn't scared anymore. That's love" (Cindy -age 8

--"Love is when mommy gives daddy the best piece of chicken." (Elaine -
age 5)

--"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone
all day." (Mary Ann - age 4 )

Love.............is not only made for lovers....... its also for friends
who luv each other sometimes better than lover....

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