A romance for the agesYou can stop feeling sorry for Jennifer Aniston. Really. I know I say that all the time, but for reals. She doesn't need your sympathy; she's all kinds of lucky in love.
At least she thinks she is, and that's all that really matters to her. She could care less what you think. She's not just an actress anymore. Now she thinks she's a songwriter, too.
Jen wrote John a little poem about their love for Christmas, which, by the way, they spent apart. So delighted was her massively equipped lover that he made it into a song he serenaded her with on New Year's Eve. Are you heaving yet? No? Then try this:
"Lucky in love, lucky in love,
Didn't forget me when I asked you to leave me."
Sick yet? I'm sorry, but I just couldn't go on. Apparently the couple do a lot of this while they're apart to keep the romance up. I prefer dirty limericks myself. They're always straight to the point with no beating around the bush.
