Post by Farrelei on Mar 31, 2009 19:40:51 GMT 10
Love is born from lust, a simple desire, a want inside our bodies that is dropped like a seed from an unsuspecting bird, where it drops, and life is sparked, and it blossoms.
Of course this seed may die, as do most.
But it may grow. It may grow to be beautiful, or it may grow to be a pest.
But if it nourished enough, it shall grow either way, into love.
What is love?
It is hard to describe.
I think... Love is when, inside, your soul smiles when your eyes connect.
I think love is when you spend countless nights awake, trying to hear their voice through the breeze.
Love is when you you don't just appreciate their strengths, but their weaknesses.
Love is when no matter what they say, you will still smile at their voice.
Love is when you stay restless when at home, because you want to be only with them.
Love is when, even when they curse and taunt you, you still stay by their side.
Love is when physical objects cease to exist.
Love is when words tell thousands of pictures, not when pictures tell thousands of words.
Love is when, after everything is lost, when they waste all your posessions, when everything is destroyed, you don't care, because they are the most precious thing of all to you.
Love is when you try to hide yourself, for fear they may not want you.
Love is when you refuse to talk when they're appreciating something else.
Love is when you forget yourself.
Love is when you miss the times when you didn't love at all.
Love is when you stop time for a moment, and everything is still, until you realise time is truly stopped.
Love is when you have given up all hope of them ever loving you, but you live every day unable to stop loving them.
Love is pain in this way.
It is therefore inevitable.
It is, in inevitability, a fleeting beauty.
It is a mistaken being...
Love is...
I don't know how to explain love, because it's truly an undescribable thing.
But love... Is definately confusing ^-^'
Especially when you have given up all hope, but still cease to love them.
It's annoying and it's sad...
Please tell me what one does-2
Of course this seed may die, as do most.
But it may grow. It may grow to be beautiful, or it may grow to be a pest.
But if it nourished enough, it shall grow either way, into love.
What is love?
It is hard to describe.
I think... Love is when, inside, your soul smiles when your eyes connect.
I think love is when you spend countless nights awake, trying to hear their voice through the breeze.
Love is when you you don't just appreciate their strengths, but their weaknesses.
Love is when no matter what they say, you will still smile at their voice.
Love is when you stay restless when at home, because you want to be only with them.
Love is when, even when they curse and taunt you, you still stay by their side.
Love is when physical objects cease to exist.
Love is when words tell thousands of pictures, not when pictures tell thousands of words.
Love is when, after everything is lost, when they waste all your posessions, when everything is destroyed, you don't care, because they are the most precious thing of all to you.
Love is when you try to hide yourself, for fear they may not want you.
Love is when you refuse to talk when they're appreciating something else.
Love is when you forget yourself.
Love is when you miss the times when you didn't love at all.
Love is when you stop time for a moment, and everything is still, until you realise time is truly stopped.
Love is when you have given up all hope of them ever loving you, but you live every day unable to stop loving them.
Love is pain in this way.
It is therefore inevitable.
It is, in inevitability, a fleeting beauty.
It is a mistaken being...
Love is...
I don't know how to explain love, because it's truly an undescribable thing.
But love... Is definately confusing ^-^'
Especially when you have given up all hope, but still cease to love them.
It's annoying and it's sad...
Please tell me what one does-2
