It can be called misery, and despair, it may be destiny, of which you we're not aware, topics of love that held no weight, for you lack the knowledge of such things, only stories of passion, heartaches, and ruthless endings, find in you a place to not hide, but to survive the long bitter cold hearts of abandonment, you did not know of pain so great, but love was something not to do with out, and the fact that one cannot wait, alone is a punishment to few, and for some that have intamacy this goes equally for you, you can have a warm body to curl up with on cold winter nights, fleeting passion, and hurtful words, and spiteful fights, give in to thee other, and show you care, swollow your pride, share your soul, to all you hold dear........ Peace, D. Knight ~
So what is love? How do you know it's love? We get so easily obsessed about a person just because we want them. But that ain't love. Is it is possible to love?
~* Devon Knight, nicely done. I don't know if it was me but I had to read it aloud to get the right rythm to it. Feels like a place that I too have tread. *sigh* such is life.*~
You know it's love when you have no understanding of this over welming feeling, an un-seen entity you'd give all you are for, without hesitation, a hand placed upon yours and the true meaning of life is revealed, love is to be needed, a willingness to give everything you are for another...... D. Knight ~
