Love Ain't. [Some Love Stories] Love is a many-splendored thing. Love is a burning thing. Love don't cost a thing. All you need is love. Love is a long road. Love is the seventh wave. Love can be expressed as a logarithm, but not in exponential form. Love invented the Richter scale. Love often exits one or two ramps too early on the Interstate. Love is found between f and g on a basic piano keyboard. Love is parrots. Love is very different from oatmeal in several ways but not the obvious ones you are thinking of. Love is taking a walk with your best friend in the woods, laughing, seeing a deer thru the brush and then, in a sunlit spot on the narrow bridge across the creek, sneaking a quick kiss. Love is hoping your best friend doesn't tell you about the kiss. Love is hoping that if you do learn about the kiss then you will understand it was a spur of the moment thing that meant nothing to love. Love is wondering if it didn't actually mean something after all. Love is still parrots.