When love is unaccompanied by words and intuitive touch, the recipient may feel something, but it won't be anything much. It won't be security's blanket. It won't be safety's net. It won't be iron clad's guarantee. It won't be surety's bet. Love requires so little of you. It asks not for perfection. It only requests a spoken word and a touch, to make a connection. © 2000 Terri McPherson Send This Page To A Friend