Love is a telephone which always keep silent when you are not ready for it .as a result .We often
miss the sweetness from the other end.
      Love is a telephone which is seldom program-controlled of direct dailed .you can't get an imedate
answer by a mere ''hello'' .Let alone go deep into your love's heart by one call .Usually it has to be relayed by an operater ,and you have to be patient of this phone . Who is always irresonsible and fond of playing practical jokes to which she may make you a lifelong victim intentionally or unintent-ionally .
     Love is a telephone which is always busy . When you are ready to devote yourself to or even ready to die for love ,you only find ,to your disappointment ,the line is already occpied by someone
else ,and you are greeted only by a busy line .
     Love is a telephone!