Love. It's a many-splendored thing. At least, that's what Paul Francis Webster told us in his song of a similar name. The lyrics are so short and so sweet, yet so powerfully intriguing. Check out the first verse:
Love is a many splendored thing
It’s the April rose that only grows in the early spring
Love is nature’s way of giving a reason to be living
The golden crown that makes a man a king
A KING?! What man wouldn’t want to be a king? Not any I can think of and I’m sure most of you reading are loathe to think of one, either. So, you’d think men the world over would be trying to get their hands on some of this love that Webster wrote about. Trying to get their hands on all resources and tools that will get them closer to this thing that eludes so many. A thing that’s so huge, yet made up of just four little letters. L-O-V-E.