Pretty and unpretty poetry
I feel in love last night.
It was amazing.
Just talking to him makes me shiver.
I love how he tells me that he wants me,
And how he wishes I was with him right now.
I love how he smells,
And I love how he treats me.
His eyes are mystrious,
And his touch is breath taking.
I never want to say good bye,
But I never want to say hello.
It’s strange what love can do to you.
How it makes you feel.
It makes you melt,
But at the same time is makes you cold.
I wish I never had to fall in love.
For I am scared of being hurt.
I am scared that I will be betrayed,
And I am scared of how I feel.
I feel in love last night.
Yes, it was amazing,
But did he fall in love with me too?
What if I am crazy?
What if this is not love?
I get all nervous when I talk to him,
And I never want to hang up the phone.
But, is this love?
Is this what you are supposed to feel?
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my take on love is that it’s deeper than else, but not so intense as might be expected… the intensity and passion is in the attraction and infatuation/crush side. which is goodness in itself, though the lows pull remarkably low.. love is a bit calmer and not so volatile… true, deep love is not dependent on reciprocation.
of course, it’s far and few between that someone who claims to truly know and understand true love actually thoroughly does. i’m still figuring it out for myself.
i venture, however cliched it may be: love does deepen and ripen like wine, with time… and your ability to actually, lastingly and deeply love another person will create and maintain itself very really upon your own love for yourself.
~alicson Aug 7, 04:41 PM