Love my dear is like a firework, very pretty on the outside, it draws everyone closer to it. The two entagled inside enjoy the ride up but eventually there is a boom and when there is that boom you can feel it in your heart, that vibration, and it's all down hill from there. Sometimes the sparks from the firework lay on the grass for awhile. Or sometimes they just hit the water and die. Or in those rare occasions a spark can ignite something else completely.
2006-08-18 17:56:45 · 14 answers · asked by Anonymous in Family & Relationships ➔ Singles & Dating
Congratulations on your first Valentine's Day spent alone, unknowingly adding your flint and eyesight to the list scribbled between the lines of novels, underneath crooked Victorian manors. Rain can soak up foul intentions when poetry has been spoken into its palms, when it's come from the bastard direction: The pole that night refuses. The ways we walk that are abandoned by entire months and months' worth of love letters written with the lead of a lost wine cellar's cold angry floor. To write, I only require one steady hand and ten million stories. The former is where I'm caught, not the follower. End transmission.
2006-08-18 18:00:37 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
It saddens me to see the desparation in most people when they speak of love. Get this. If it hurts, it isn't love. It's something else. Looking for love is and expression most people misunderstand. Looking for love in most peoples' case should really be to define love. When you understand what love is and how it is generated, you no longer write such desparate words of despair because it is time to celebrate , but look sadly upon those who don't get it, like yourself, I am truly sorry to say. But if you do the work and follow those who have gone before you, those who have found love and happiness, then there is hope for you. Don't give up. Lose the despair though. Love is to be given unconditionally. Love is its own reward. It's a simple secret but many live a lifetime and never discover the mystery that is right in front of them and within themselves. I've said enough.
2006-08-18 18:06:41 · answer #2 · answered by brad 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Dear Friend!
You are some how right, but life is not all about fire crackers and so. Its more than that.
Love does not mean just some firework.
Love means the care and respect which one has for another. If there is no respect and care, I guess its not really the love.
2006-08-18 18:04:36 · answer #3 · answered by farcity79 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Prose indeed. Beware of sparks that may fall in dry grass in another's garden.
2006-08-18 18:10:09 · answer #4 · answered by duaner87421 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
hmmm. that's interesting. i like most of it, but not all of it. cz love's not downhill after the boom, it's in the sky, written in your heart forever sometimes. but the spark thing is pretty cool. :)
2006-08-18 18:01:34 · answer #5 · answered by beckray 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
I thinks its ...awsome!
it symbolizes all of loves angles very nicely, the different kinds of relationships, the ups the downs and the transformation or realization of love... ok ill just refer to my first statment.
2006-08-18 18:01:26 · answer #6 · answered by plainwolf 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
that was beautiful, out of the box, accurate, easy to understand. Congratulations you've just earned my respect. I completely agree with you.
2006-08-18 18:04:06 · answer #7 · answered by Psychia22 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
I agree love comes and gos pretty fast..
2006-08-18 18:02:56 · answer #8 · answered by movin12006 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
never thought of it that way but it works for me
and sometimes the sparks can burn you!
2006-08-18 18:02:36 · answer #9 · answered by ? 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
that's pretty much on the dot, its kinda sad though.
2006-08-18 18:02:02 · answer #10 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋