if love is but that, just that, a meaningless four letter word, then pain could be the same, you my love, excell the words beyond anyones comprehension, you my love, are more, you are my beauty. a swarm of emotions, all in a tiny heart, colapse, dried up, die, never give up hope for what little hope we have left, it belongs to you, if we see life as life sees us, then none of us would know who we are, we are lifes mirror, what happens when we shatter it? what then? what is beauty if beauty is long forgot?
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. All these four letter words flying around are what you make them. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world. You write from your heart, you write from your Truth, the world can ask no more.
