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."
