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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497204" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What Love Is (again?)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">this morning, you are talking about love<br>and how you think it is a feeling that sometimes hurt and make you not<br>easily forget<br>how time heals and leaves a scar just the same<br>how you were stoned one time by an uncaring lover<br>on your head<br>and since then no hair grows in there</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you start with feelings of tenderness shaped like a very white ball<br>pure and hanging on some ceiling with a very sensitive string<br>always ready to fall<br>and fell<br>always willing to die<br>and died<br>how each thread of suffering, that feeling of finally being junked<br>have become a cloth, a veil in your face, and how you finally covered<br>yourself with its blanket and how you walked away<br>to get over with<br>such an overwhelming sorrow</div><div style="margin:10px 0">others tell you that you have been wrong because love too is<br>a choice<br>a selection of this and that, a filling of the blanks like a test of life<br>a quiz<br>where you get scored and rated and judged and declared either to be a winner<br>or a loser</div><div style="margin:10px 0">lest you forget, one poet who said, that love is not a noun, but a verb<br>not even just a silly adjective<br>or some sort of an adjective to another adjective a decor on your thought<br>or just an idea to be conceived of <br>from an accident of love at first sight, the giggle and the crush<br>for after all <br>love (again, i must tell you) is a responsibility<br>the capacity to look at the apple of eden and not eat it<br>the patience, not just the pleasing or the appetite<br>the way to obey a commandment: to always want the other to be happy<br>and put yourself last<br>in the line of those hungry and thirsty and those who want to find meaning<br>in the other<br>the beloved, above all yourself, the lips that want to kiss and refrained<br>because love is always the drive to be strong<br>and right and <br>survive</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q>
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and how you think it is a feeling that sometimes hurt and make you not
easily forget
how time heals and leaves a scar just the same
how you were stoned one time by an uncaring lover
on your head
and since t..."></div>
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