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What is the content of love?

But, basically, love

Is something we can't put our finger on at all

We say, we use such words as want, um, tenderness

Uh all these things they don't really get to the point

When you're loving somebody

You are simply delighting in that person as such

As if another human organism

In its mental and its physical aspects

Were a piece of music

Or a work of art

Or a glorious morning

And you go over another person's physical form

And look at it from every possible point of view

And play with it and uh, that's what it's about

It's the adoration of the form of a human being

And you do that adoring

In terms of physical contacts that are

Say dancing with your fingers

Across the skin, or whatever it may be

This is the nitty gritty, the nub of love

One wants something much more than that

You want to be played with

That's more like it

What is the content of love?

It's a sort of it, part of it

It's incidental

It's a way of say that I strongly

Yes I do want to be with you

But, basically, love is something

We can't put our finger on at all

This is detective charles checking in

Looks like we have a victim on the ground

Gunshot wounds to the head

Uhh, looks like there's some type of

It's like, it's a recorder

A tape recorder or something

Gonna have to listen to this