Hmm, in a subtly romantic mood, eh Buffy? How peculiar. And it doesn't seem to have been the wine, either... Anyway, it makes a refreshing change, preoccupied as I have been with anxiety and the wellbeing of chums recently. This has its genesis in an intriguing conversation with a lovely and inspirational lady in a beautiful country pub this lunchtime... sometimes the country pub days make the other days bearable [!] 'ROMANTIX' Let me see True Love: The sweet nectar of one soul Poured into twin cups. Grown ups? They settle. The sane, sensible option: So I won't take it. I've settled before: It brought misery to all; My heart not in it. Love with all your might: The heart, mind, body and soul Must all be adored. I'll love, unreserved: Immature yet absolute; For that's who I am.