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Sunday, December 16, 2012

Love, the beautiful word.

A football game somewhere, a fan in distress, one watching in utmost glare.. And he scores to make thousands echo his name, just like a hope in a poor man's grave.. She comes into your life the same way as a goal in the net, some disappointed at her choice, but she's only celebrating with his name.. She cries whenever there's disruption in her heart full of gold, why can't you let her score her golden goal, yes you, her only mould.. She juggles each day with you in mind, no matter what life has to show her, that ugly grind.. And when she finds her way through all the obstacles, she scores her heart to you, and breaks all her shackles.. Don't treat her like a princess, because she's God, don't love her like a lover, because she's worth more you retard.. Don't choke her like you're clipping her wings, she won't be able to ever get onto the stage and sing.. Sing that beautiful song, with her eyeballs reflecting your picture, she's more satisfied than you at a bar, with that pitcher.. Kiss her gently and evade her off all dreams, because she sees the reality, she sees you, her only dream and scream.. She's the water to your dirt, she's here to clean you, let her, for you will be born again, a rebirth.. Her touch as gentle as a feather just fallen off a bird, her soul as pure as the first smell of rain on that mud.. Smell her, she smells of you, even when away, she comes back, to cure you, cure you.. Celebrate her existence just like you celebrate your happiness, combine both, here you are at life's most beautiful jive.. Let loose and let her take control you forever, because she's pure, just like when she killed herself with that dagger.. Love strikes only once, and when it does, you either want to love back, or bite the dust.. Destiny will slap you if you let her wrath in pain, for a change be that hand, and wipe her off, that stain.. Its you and her together, let the world be witness to your baby, life's most tender shelter.. Love not to expect the same, but live because you're born to share, because it erases agony, anguish and pain..

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