Metaphorically speaking, Love:
THE ENDLESS SKY
Love is the blue sky,
A torrent of life to come,
A rain to imply.
It is breathless hope to some.
Love is but all ways,
Yet an unknown place to dwell;
For a misty haze,
Is but a dull drunken hell.
Look outside each day,
New dawn brightens the routine;
But for which it may,
Just don’t forget the unseen.
Love is the blue sky,
Sometimes dark or hidden deep;
But a dream to fly.
It is the one thing to keep.
But abstractly, what can we say? Love: A bubbles in the bathtub that always float? The closet that squeaks when closed? A teddy bear sitting alone on a soft fluffy bed? The sweater that unravels? The damp letter that was written to no one in particular? Or a diamond in the sky?
How do you see love?
2007-01-07
04:43:41
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