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Love
Love - what is it?
It is the wind which blows away your senses,
The storm which destroys your mind.
Like an army, it occupies you against your will;
Like an illness, it overwhelms you, and there is no cure.
And yet....and yet...
Despite the pain of love:
Poets glorify love,
Young men die for love,
Young girls dream of love.
Why? Could it be because we are in love with love?
It is the wind which blows away your senses,
The storm which destroys your mind.
Like an army, it occupies you against your will;
Like an illness, it overwhelms you, and there is no cure.
And yet....and yet...
Despite the pain of love:
Poets glorify love,
Young men die for love,
Young girls dream of love.
Why? Could it be because we are in love with love?
Published 10th Oct 2014
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10th Oct 2014 3:14pm
Same question I asked. why love is so cruel to me?
really liked your words. :)
really liked your words. :)
10th Oct 2014 3:41pm
4th Feb 2017 2:11pm
...there is no cure... I love how you compared love to a sickness. It's the realest metaphor.
