ts the greatest poem ever written they say.... a melody of feelings, only blessed eyes see the true virtue of this emotion. well...i say...im pretty blind, objectivity is a tool , one cannot yield it if one is himself doused in the muck of this "melody". Sternly they bend in and ask me what I think of it... my views?.. always as blunt as can be.
Love is anything you perceive it to be, the less you make it sacred the more you'll realise that its nothing but an electric signal poems are written about. BE CLEAR ! as the magnifying glass closes in on my face.
Love has no elemental form, it just a big undifferentiable broth of various good feelings.And like the various ingredients,over time,these good feelings will soon decay to unveil a dark,ugly and rotting remains of a once tasty delicacy.One who finds the will to drink it even then is a saint, and the one who relishes it is the world's greatest lover.
A slight sigh for my hopeless attitude. they turn and walk away.
So this is me... confessing to a machine....because, in people..... I just dont trust.
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