Love the greatest imagination
that possible can be made.
Mixed signals and long sighs.

Oh how romantic life is,
but in a dream that is
only created by longing.

Love such a great dream,
that many die and stew in
the darkest corner of despair.

Oh I watch lovers kiss,
and mother's love.
Yet all that is pure and
good is but an imagination.

Love such a frivolous thing.
To be tossed and thrown
like arrows in the wind.

Such is love only perfected
in the minds of dreams and poets.
A waste amongst the youth,
but a regret amongst the ageful.

All that we do is pine over
long lost dreams of stories
that mulitply on hopeless
imagination.

03/08/2006

Posted on 03/08/2006
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