this is again a draft which i typed and din get to post.. i forgot when i typed it..


and again, this is also from another gal's blog.. specifically, shakeyourbooty's blog. think its written by her.. its a beautiful poem. tho its not written by me, i completely agree with it. its basically how i feel..haha yes this is one post tat is not written by me, but which i agree with, unlike the previous post tat i quoted from somebody else. heh.

"To speak of love in its rawest form,

You need to know it true

I write of something and yet realize

That I really have no clue.



Love is not jealous

And definitely not unkind

But a precious treasure

Extremely hard to find.



I see love as a fantastic gift

The best one ever could give

But I think I have not learned

Just how to let love live.



I dismiss comments vehemently

The ones I sometimes hear

That I take love too lightly

Even when I draw one near.



But it frightens me to think

Of giving my heart away

Maybe it’s a subconscious prevention

Of getting it hurt some day.



The strength of love maybe lies in weakness

Of vulnerability

And if I’m willing to offer that

Then you’re the one for me.



The voice of love is one that speaks

When logic screams otherwise

The one that makes one act in ways

Against all other cries.



The feeling of love may overwhelm

But may also die away

And it’s commitment, if it’s been made

That urges one to stay.



And that sat me down to think

Of what I really fear

It’s losing love after commitment’s been made

To one I once held dear.



I don’t know when that day will come

Or if it ever will

A day that I will finally learn

How to love until



You’re in so deep there’s no way out

And yet you feel complete

And fulfilled in all ways possible

Now there is love replete.



To love in a way in which there is

Plenty of room to grow

One in which I am completely myself

Maybe that is how I’d know.



When one becomes a better person

To him, and all around

By dismissing practicality,

With two feet on the ground."