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i wish to go back in time, where
love was more objective than subjective..
the time when love was measured by the number
of errands done..
the time where i could not control love..
i could never control love..
actually.. no one could..
love is the destruction of the society where
we are in a glorified wreck..
a destruction for the better, and love
recreates itself to survive the times.
i may not see the eiffel tower 50 years
from now, nor the statue of liberty
or even myself.. but i'am sure that
love will be there unleashing havoc
along with cupid's army, destroying everything
in its path.
what a person lacks.. love fills
and what love lacks.. the person does the rest.
i feel happy that everytime i look at you,
everytime i see you, everytime i talk to you
i realize that i'am not in love.. i realize
that i lack something in my life.. someone
like you..

..You dare not hope to rival her,
or match the glories of her face;
But that you're humbly sent,
to prove a youth undone by beauty,
and Her Love.

The sickly white in
This pale Rose My Wan and Meager
Looks disclose: But that which shines
so fiercly bright, Whose Head in
painted flames aspires, And blushes so
with Purple Light, It seem to send forth
real Fires, Tell Her, that Rose's ruddy
Fires impart The Flames Her Eyes have
Kindled in my Heart
-John Smith;1713;The Rose

i was never in your league..
and as i stare blankly to the heaven
above.. the stars suddenly disappeared
while the moon remained to comfort heaven's
lonliness and for the earth's necessity of
light. and i feel blue in the darkness
and green with envy to the moon. the moon
who endures while everyone is asleep..
as the sun shines and awaits his subjects,
it is now my time to rest for i have nothing
more to say and do. as the sun shines,
the flowers are at bloom..
while the moon waits until the flowers
will finally grace its presence.

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are you bored? go to the library
and borrow this book

Rouges in Porcelain
compiled by John Austen
PR 1215 A8

the first book that i ever actually liked
from the library.
the book is a love story of/about
Chloe told through diffrent poems.