Romance as a Foreign Concept

Music: The look of Love — Diana Krall
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yr8xDSPjII8
Time:10:28am

Painted with a soft dash of warm cream, wings as crisp and fragile like honey burnt paper. Flirting with the wind, the promiscuous butterflies flutter passionately around each other.
Nearby, a soft-eyed brown bitch sniffs by, followed by four furry balls of yelping pups.  The greet each other like old friends every two seconds. Tiny tongues face wash. A stumbling childhood.
Their mother stares at the human stranger, human stranger stares at her swollen teats.
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"Where is the love of my life?"

"He's out there somewhere."

"He's an asshole."

"I love him."

"Yes?"

"No."



Love exists, but just not here.