Dec 22, 2004 21:01
No you don't know the one
Who dreams of you at night.
And longs to kiss your lips
And longs to hold you tight.
To you I'm just a friend
That's all I've ever been
Because you don't know me.
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love"which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
[...Waiting for the rapture of the kiss...that first deadly and irresistable kiss...Dear God, this is love. This is desire. And all my past amours have been but the shadow of this...]
that is what i shall call my dun dun dun...++//psychotic romance