Stupid Cupid or Real Romance?

The woman in the cartoon here, has my deepest sympathy.

I know exactly how she feels.

Not that my husband has ever looked like this guy

Thank Heavens...No. My reasons are different ,

But my feelings when l was 18 yrs old are a perfect fit for this lady.

It's quite heartbreaking to see a friend or family member besotted by someone who is so obviously unsuitable. Obvious to everyone except your friend, who of course is In Love, therefore not only blind but deaf. Someone In Love can't hear you when you point out the obvious character flaws .......I am not talking about an overprotective parent or being too picky about the way other people behave. We are all brought up differently and have different experiences in life.

No, I mean serious things that the one in love cannot see and doesn't hear you if you mention these things..........

"I would follow him to the ends of the earth," she cried.

I feel loved and secure in his arms.

"Others, don't see the man that l see.

They tell me he is able to charm

With words that mean nothing to him.They say.

The gift of a Silver Tongue has he.

They don't know the true nature of him.

The compassionate man only I can see.".

I don't only see but feel his great heart,

Beating against my own in the night.

His strong arms around me ...I'm warm and well fed.

I never want to let him out of my sight.

"The love that I feel is stronger than LIFE," she sighs

"Overwhelming my entire being" she says.

"He is the ONE. The only one...."

And who am I to argue with her?

She's deaf, anyway, being in love,

Nothing I do, Nothing I say

Will stop her seeing roses and doves.

We'll just have to wait to see if he's changed

If other girls are no longer his favourite pastime.

If he really loves her, I'm happy, of course,

But I don't think this guy has "played" for the last time...........

Going back to me being 18 (Ha Ha, I wish)

I had been "in love" several times from the age of 15.

If you count Paul McCartney and Bob Dylan, then it

was even younger .

I remember the wonderful butterflies in the stomach

whilst getting ready to meet him.

Catching sight of him waiting for me caused my heart

to beat so fast it bordered on palpitations. (Sheesh)

Yes I often felt that the butterflies would catch hold of my heart

and together they'd desert my body.

Young, teenage love....wonderful, dreamlike....

and there'd always be a pop song to fit exactly how we felt.

Fabulous feelings, of course, ...........until it was all over.

Still I must have lived where there was quite an abundance of

good looking, fun but well mannered, even rich, fellows.

Because it never took me long to be madly in love and have

the exact same feelings for the next chap.

Until...............Oh No!!!! I met my husband to be.

No no please no.... Not yet....l kept saying to my self.

I'm 18.!!! I haven't started yet? (I obviously saw marriage as the end of my life.)

Every fibre of my being was fighting to get rid of this feeling

of just "knowing" this is the one. Not yet, please. (sob. sob)

yet the feelings grew stronger and this time they were different .

I was still goofy and full of butterflies, but well it was just different

And l knew.

Then came Feb14th as every year and l found the most amazing card.

A pretty picture of a cartoon fat baby.

When the baby has a bow and arrow that makes Cupid, apparently.

Under the picture it read...."Ok, so l'm in love with you....

INSIDE CARD .......and when l find that Cupid

I am going to break his fat little legs for him.""

That was 1968. We're still married. Well, what can a girl do?

He makes me laugh......