When I was young. Not too young, I did a study of love. It was nice as my blond haired bombshell was the subject of my studies. I tried among other things to mathematically analyse our bodies. And the chemistry of kissing and sex. Dr Chris London http://www.cs003o327.webspace.virginmedia.com/ -----Original Message----- From: owner-photoforum@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx [mailto:owner-photoforum@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx] On Behalf Of Dan Mitchell Sent: 08 June 2013 12:06 To: List for Photo/Imaging Educators - Professionals - Students Subject: Re: PHOTOFORUM digest 6260/love Dan Mitchell danmdan@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx > > > From: John Palcewski <palcewski@xxxxxxxxx> > > So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of > these is love. > Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
