baby's in love and there's nothing i can do about it. her sisters think it's a catastrohpe waiting to unfold. now she looks at us with poetry on her lips. of love. sonnets after sonnets. what to do, one asks. i look away. i know all too well how it can be. let it be. suan le. she is in love and he is in love. but there is another in the equation. she tells us she won't but we know she will. we know her so well. you can't really catch a sun beam in the palm of your hand can you? that is how she is like. do what you must, love. it's not my place to say otherwise anyway.

and amid all of this star-crossed, dreary bits i ma just say that smallville sucks, save for lex luther. coz some bald men are just so hot.