From: Sokar949@msn.com   
      
   Love is but a simple word, two consonants and two vowels,   
      
   But what it now means to me and you is not written in my sordid past.   
      
   I thought that I have loved a stranger who was heavenly, but far from   
   perfect, but now I gotten word that she is just a foolish, schiphophrenic   
   habit.   
      
   What manic fools we seem to be when love is a such a strong desire, but what   
   we make of life and love is more than a trip into a burning fire.   
      
   Ring of Fire, Ring of Ash, Rings of Notes of  Music Pleasure. You have once   
   been my goddess temple, now you are a wisdom temple in the reverse.   
      
   Thirty-Two, Twenty-Two, Twelve and Twenty-One, Twenty Two and Eleven, these   
   are some of my numbers and notes of the musical Universe.   
      
   Your memory lingers in me still but a saint in the Temple O has put out your   
   temple fire. I shall not say goodbye forever, but the forever is in the now.   
   I honestly don't love you.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)