I call this emotionless love. I find myself longing for some shit I can feel. The words "I Love You" don’t mean shit these days.

She’s gazing into my eyes. Sharing her dreams. Her thoughts of me are unbeleivable. She sees things in me I don’t see in myself. Wow! This is a great feeling. This chick has me doing things I’d never do(T-Pain), without effort. Thats right, she has a brother gassed up and ready to go. SHE IS NOT MY WIFE.

STOP!  Don’t assume the typical. I’m a good man. I lie here lonely as fuck. My wife is within reach. She says she loves me and I’ll never doubt that. However the "e" has disappeared. The "L" representing the love.  The "e" represents the emotion that makes love something you can feel.

I, Emperor Sincere, come to bring serenity and clarity.

Here’s a little food for thought.

If all men are dogs. What are all women?