Wednesday, October 10, 2007
LOVE
Love is the perfect rose petal
Flawless and smooth, deep red and creamy
Yet, unlike a petal,
It will never wilt and die but stay afresh and young.
Love deserves no scientific evaluation
It is as pure as the morning dew on a clear spring morning
And as sacred as a new born child
For it is the most prized possession, and none can surpass it.
Love has no other description
Other than it cannot be explained until felt
And cannot be felt properly and to its fullest extent
Until shared with someone who loves as well.
And that someone is you.
Love
Bi
a.k.a.
Romatically Lovesick Fool For You
Blogged
@ 10:07 PM
Don't let me go -