Love is a crutch, a cancer, a cureall;
An emptying of the soul, a heart that overflows, a primal union of the both, love seems sublimely, vaguely predictable;
Love is natural, is blind, is beautifully cliche - trite but renewing and novel each day;
Love, a testament to everlasting time, a defiance to everything learned of life...Such wondrous things are happening inside.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
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