loving you..
With you, I feel alive.
Free for you my heart flows like the weave of the Ocean.
Your love ingnites the beauty in my soul, like an unrealistic dream that is actually my reality.
But it's all still a dream I want fufilled.
Thinking how can it not be a dream when what I feel is only felt by me alone?
I keep wondering....
Wondering why it hurts so much,
Still, they say "Love is the most beautiful thing in the world"?
Yet, This love is a proof of my pains.
Because of you, my heart feeble heart can be seen with scars, having broken too many times.
I am so pitiful that evil heartless devil pity's my state.
But what sense is left?
Is it to keep standing up boldly to love,
Or to remain down in defeath?
Wow... this is so beautiful dear lady
ReplyDelete...it's to stand up to love.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful write-up.