first love is only a little foolishness and allot of curiosity ;at the touch of it everyone becomes a poet.i believe in the compelling power of it,i still do not understand it but i believe it to be the most fragrant blossom of this thorny existence.you could live without money but not *love*...if you could only love enough then i tend to think you would be the most powerful person in the world at this age and era.i do agree that at most times its difficult to know at what moment love begins but i'm sure its less difficult to know it has began.