Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eye, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
What Is Love. . .
It''s A Blind Devotion, Unquestioned Self-Humiliatio,
Utter Submission, Trust And Beleif Against Yoursel
And
Against The Whole WorldGiving Up Your Whole Heart And Soul To The Smiter. . .
Love Is 2 Souls
Intertwined In Such
A Way You Can''t Find
Their Meeting Place
Nor Can You Tear It
Apart It Is One
Embodiment Of
Pure
Pleasure & Pain ,
Joy & Sorrow ....
Dreamy
i heard someone whisper ur name''
but when i turned around to c who it was,
i notice i was alone,
then i realize it was my heart
telling me that i miss u.
