Cupid does not so much shoot a well aimed arrow, as fire a scatter gun.
How many times have I been in love?
Three, may be four.
Then there are those in between ones, I could very well have, but... May be two. (Manny would fit into this category, sad but true)
Perhaps there are still a few more flying my way? (Even though I have found my soul mate, in Mark) In love? It would be nice to fall in love.
How many times is normal?
One for ever? There you are standing in front of me, the embodiment of my future. You are mine, I am yours.
Or should we love many? Taste the fruit, it is there to be eaten, after all. Hey Adam, do you want an apple?
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You naughty boy!...
:-)
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