It seems as if i can wrap myself around the toss 'n' tumble of pungent memory as long as there is love... and... poetry
Memories i can't simply forget like William shakespeare and Juliet, Macbeth? though his story different....
It was written by a poet of love and if that's what spewed from his pen ....then that's how he'll always be remembered
If... that's what spewed from his pen...then... that's how he'll always be remembered
....why... do i unravel and travel along the painless, effortless journey of what was real epiphanising, uncompromising.....realising that
pages glared to resuscitate the life and perpetuate the resounding voice of a naive 16 year old describing love as if 61!
what can she possibly know?...i questioned myself.... but it occurred to me that love is youth... in an emotional, devotional way...
you know what it is when its found, explored and experienced....
Love is addictive, attractive and reactive
Love has no weather; it's a silly hat above rediculously huge yellow goggles frowning at the sun and dancing under the moon
love is a song that wouldn't end soon
Love is as simple as a breath of fresh... air
Love, like a clock, ticks as long as ...the heart... permits
Love is the slow, rhythmic beat of the drum... sinking into the melody of soft strings on a spanish guitar and.....saxophone......the play of an old polished flute... especially when the characters are mute
Love is an antiquated wine; intoxicating, riveting and quenches the thirst for knowledge and introspection
Love is as beautiful as knowing God
God is as beautiful as knowing love
Love is giving without weakening....it's giving in excess
Love resembles nothing, wears nothing but bears all beneath the steel walls of our breast
Love is never captive but free
Love is grateful for that 16, 61 year old who thought that.....
Love is..... always.... faithful
3 comments:
i love this one...it's couldn't find words to say what love is..but this poem is the perfect example of it.
my favorite lines would have to be :pages glared to resuscitate the life and perpetuate the resounding voice of a naive 16 year old describing love as if 61!
what can she possibly know?...i questioned myself.... but it occurred to me that love is youth... in an emotional, devotional way...
maybe it's true it's easier to fall in love when you are young. :)
thank you ryan for your careful synopsis...and as you said maybe its easier to fall in love when you're young...:)
no problem...but i should also add...maybe the love u are portraying doesn't happen to everyone....but only a selective few...gets lucky enough.
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