Zazu
May 27th, 2009, 08:37 PM
I actually liked this one so thought that I'd post it. :) Was inspired by what someone said on flashchat and past experiences, comments welcome.
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Love,
A universal feeling,
Something which emanates from every soul,
A force which flows in all of us.
An ineffable feeling;
Something which often can’t form words,
An energy which we all know
Like an addictive drug, we all want it.
We all long for it,
We all feel it,
But reality often dawns;
Alas, she is not a simple beast.
Often triggered by unknown qualities,
We see someone, we like them,
We know not why,
But we feel the fidelity blossoming.
The tingling sensation courses into every part of the body,
Every instance of thought is taken up by the sense,
They’re the one who you feel the ultimate affinity with,
Nothing else matters.
But as we all know,
Love is no cinch,
With that great feeling
Often comes deceit.
She makes us think that there is nothing else,
She controls our thoughts,
It is insuppressible,
But sometimes love is defeated by reality.
The absoluteness that is the truth prevails;
We realise that it is not meant to be,
Everything we longed for, the essence in our bodies,
Crushed.
This magic stimulus that is love is stubbed out,
We realise that verity is posed in front of us;
Whilst love its self is infinite,
The amount of control and clarity we posses over it is not.
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Love,
A universal feeling,
Something which emanates from every soul,
A force which flows in all of us.
An ineffable feeling;
Something which often can’t form words,
An energy which we all know
Like an addictive drug, we all want it.
We all long for it,
We all feel it,
But reality often dawns;
Alas, she is not a simple beast.
Often triggered by unknown qualities,
We see someone, we like them,
We know not why,
But we feel the fidelity blossoming.
The tingling sensation courses into every part of the body,
Every instance of thought is taken up by the sense,
They’re the one who you feel the ultimate affinity with,
Nothing else matters.
But as we all know,
Love is no cinch,
With that great feeling
Often comes deceit.
She makes us think that there is nothing else,
She controls our thoughts,
It is insuppressible,
But sometimes love is defeated by reality.
The absoluteness that is the truth prevails;
We realise that it is not meant to be,
Everything we longed for, the essence in our bodies,
Crushed.
This magic stimulus that is love is stubbed out,
We realise that verity is posed in front of us;
Whilst love its self is infinite,
The amount of control and clarity we posses over it is not.