Last week I joined a group of people are talking about what is Love? Some said "Love is patient, Love is kind. It is not pompous, it is not inflated, it is not rude, it does not seek its own interests, it is not quick tempered, it does not brood over injury. It bears all things believes all things, hopes all thing, endures all things, Love never fails... so faith, hope, love remain- these three; but the greatest of these is love." In my head am asking my self what is really Love? is that just a memory to take with you?, we are after all just two groups of peoples as Men and Women. Most we men go to bars throw money at them and fall in love. There was no touching allowed in the bars. The men came to the bars not so much for lust as for love; the bar girls' most favored body part was their ear. They earned the men's love by listening: to their problems with their wives, their bosses; to the small and epic adventures of their metropolitan lives. ...