Love is the gravity
That pulls the heart
And it is the magnet
That binds the heart
But listen….
When the tree falls
Bird flies
And when the heart falls
Love flies
But don't worry….
For love which is not,
Shall never be
And Love which is
Shall never cease to be
Always remember….
As gold is tried by fire
So is love by the tragedy
And tragedy is not the
Dusk of love, as you think
For tragedy is the eternal
Dawn of love
So be happy and relax….
For out of darkness
Comes the light
Copyright 2003 Bhuwan Thapaliya
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Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® (Reader)
Reviewed on March 14, 2003
Good message. Maybe more relationships would last longer if people believed this way. ~Joseph
Reviewed by Gaye Dale (Reader)
Reviewed on March 14, 2003
Ah Bhuwan! I have several unfinished poems in a desire to express something.... something....I couldn't quite unlock! But when I read this - WOW this is just PERFECTLY IT! I don't need to write it now -This is brilliant! Thank you!
This is kinda comfy in a beautiful and strange way. Its reached out to my very soul and core....
But then Bhuwan, since when is love sensible? Its mindless yet it thinks, its speechless yet it say volumes, Its grounded yet it soars, it burns and yet grows. You cant touch a feeling yet its there. And the vacuum it leaves behind doesnt want to search for light...
Reviewed by T. Emilie Dybevik (Reader)
Reviewed on March 12, 2003
I love the picture on this////maybe because I am a sucker for a kiss (looks kissey to me-lol). Seeing the light is indeed a good thing :) ~ Thank you.. Teresa
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But then Bhuwan, since when is love sensible? Its mindless yet it thinks, its speechless yet it say volumes, Its grounded yet it soars, it burns and yet grows. You cant touch a feeling yet its there. And the vacuum it leaves behind doesnt want to search for light...
Reindeer
Illuminates light
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