<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=532972" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Live for, die for</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love once saw himself <br>in a mirror<br>and was trapped<br>by the void<br>of his own being, <br>he was all heart<br>and no head.<br>It was<br>an image of himself<br>that he would<br>never forget<br>and ever since that day<br>you can find him<br>on dance floors <br>between partners, <br>he is the perspiration<br>on the palms<br>of two lovers, <br>the frame<br>holding the<br>pictures.<br>He lives in flowers<br>and on king size beds, <br>the static<br>on the phone<br>between<br>long distance lovers.<br>He relents <br>on rare occasions<br>usually<br>when lust swoons him, <br>the trickery<br>of her movements<br>he can never<br>resist<br>and so Love<br>dies a slow<br>and misleading<br>death<br>one that<br>pretends<br>to be alive.<br>Love <br>is ashamed<br>by his<br>contenders.<br>He hangs<br>on the letters in poems<br>written from<br>one lover<br>to another<br>and even when<br>the words no longer <br>ring true, <br>Love grieves for them<br>if only they knew.<br>Love drips off the paint<br>on canvases, <br>he once watched<br>as the eager artist<br>held the brush<br>trying to portray<br>the beauty<br>of his beloved woman<br>and Love<br>would weep<br>at the devotion<br>and the accuracy.<br>Love dwells<br>in the fabrics<br>of our<br>favorite sweaters, <br>he's at the<br>bottom of the <br>old box<br>filled with letters.<br>Love is in the tears<br>that have been<br>soaked up<br>by our pillowcases<br>and when we cry, <br>he cries ten times harder.<br>Love is lonely<br>in the broken locket<br>between two<br>smiling faces<br>who haven't<br>seen each other<br>in years<br>and he rests there<br>proud of what he created<br>but embarrassed by<br>what humans tore apart.<br>Love doesn't take sides<br>but he can start wars.<br>Sometimes<br>he's gleaming<br>in the<br>diamond ring<br>of the bride<br>and sometimes<br>he's a withering rose<br>resting on a grave.<br>Crash and burn.<br>Live and learn.<br>Love takes<br>but doesn't earn<br>he gives<br>and rarely gets<br>he forgives<br>but never forgets<br>he's an unstable fairytale<br>a war veteran without a gun<br>he's the moon<br>the sun<br>and the stars<br>constantly<br>recreating what we are.<br>He's all we have<br>all we need<br>all that we will ever be.<br>Love is Love<br>and Love is Life<br>the only thing<br>in this world<br>that refuses<br>to go down<br>without<br>a fight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Vanessa+Grixti">Vanessa Grixti</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=532972" data-title="Live for, die for de Vanessa Grixti" data-description="Love once saw himself in a mirror and was trapped by the void of his own being, he was all heart and no head. It was an image of himself that he would never forget and ever since that day you can find him on dance floors between partners, he i..."></div> </div> </div>

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