There is a love no phrase defines Eight letters mean nothing but what you take from them. And some take none. So I'll take a few more letters cos' eight seems not enough, to tell of a love that rests high above the lust of a high school romance. This is a love where you dance through the night with your shirts off to music that doesn't even play. You sneak abouts here and there and hit bowls against the grass and glance on lakes at night the ultimate paradox shining in mankind. Belligerent fights with brooms ensue to be ended by boxes of cardboard pizza or red pepper pita and hummus. Your parents say, "those guys again..." And you say, "Hey! you're talkin' bout' my friends here." So you go. You take rides endless it seems. Take trips to places before unseen. Talks of blabber and sensibility. Snuggle seshes end in wrestling matches. If you wake up and your jaw hurts, you and Maxy probably got drunk again. If your clothes smell a bit, chance that Andy dropped by. If your mind's been blown Mack and Will laid with you by the pond for hours. If you feel a love stronger in your soul, Dbake's nearby. If you laugh your *** off for days, Dusty probably told a joke or pulled his pants down. If you can't wrap you mind around some fact or story, Bankman must have sprouted out some MIT engineering bull you wish you could understand. But who gives a hey when you're out chilling with the bros, brews or not, smokes or tokes or nokes, there is always a brotha out to chill. And to you, I say NAMASTE