Fun says, "Air Supply's All Out of Love, 'Please love me or I'll be gone, I'll be gone.'"

When love arrives, some people grab it like precious diamonds while others let it slip away.

Those who grab, love like their very being depends on it. They appreciate the love they found. Giving is the only thing they do, loving blindly.

Those who let it slip, stood there admiring the beauty of love but just won't have a slice themselves. And when it is all over, they lament that they don't have any love.

I love you and I grab my love. But do you love me? Please love me or I'll be gone...