Jennospot 56 Ain't it Wunnerful?
Cripes, ain't it wunnerful? There ain't no
doubt about it. An' it don't matter wevver it's somefink wots jus' come new, or
wevver it's over someone or somefink wot yew've known ever since the cows 'ave
come 'ome an' been milked. There ain't nuffink really wot's better; leastways,
Oi ain't found out yet wot it could be. Yeah, that's roight… Oi'm talkin' about
love
Love is all about carin', an' sharin', an' about
bein' there jus' a-grinnin' an' a-bearin'-up when fings don't go the way they
oughtter. It's about bein' able ter say wot yew really fink, quite darin' like really,
'cos yew know that the person wot's listenin' wot get shirty at yew. An' it's
about calmin' fings down when somebody starts bangin' around an' gettin' a bit
'ot under the collar. Cripes, love is getting out the cups, an' brewin' some
tea, when somebody's feelin' a bit down; an' Oi don't mean when it's yew wot's
down.
Love is when yew turn yerself inside-out an'
upside down ter get over a problem wot somebody's 'aving, when it ain't really
yer problem. 'Cos love c'n always make a way ter foind the best in any kinda
situation.
Love is finkin' of ovvers, when yew'd rather
fink of yerself. It's givin' out a smile, even when yew don't feel much loike
smilin'.
Love makes a diff'rence ter somebody's day,
if'n yew see wot Oi mean.
So 'ave yerself an 'appy day,
Wiv luv from Jenno
Love is when your kids were little and picked lilacs from a neighbors yard and brought them to me..Love is when your kids are grown and have planted you a lilac tree but still steal them from the neighbors for you.
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