this is in response to those who keep adsking over and over does real love exist. sorry about my typing but i only have use of one hand.



love is four doors down
in a hospital room of an accident victim
love reports in at seven am and stays by her side
helping her do daily tasks that have now become
impossible alone
there in the pain and frustration of trying to walk again
there at midnight when the pain pills wont kick in
watching vigilantly that she is taken care of correct doses
going through exercises
it stays until late at night going home alone wishing she was there

love comes into the room of a stroke patient and patiently talks and waits for him to speak again
hovering and hoping that he will return to her in any form
that he will be able to say i love you again

love is there as you give it out and
give it out
and give it out
its the opening up of the heart over and over