Is love real?
Is love real ?
People always talk about true love.
But it was never like this,
Where my body inhales you
And quivers with bliss,
From the strength of desire,
And if I can’t have you soon,
I’ll be consumed by the fire.
Maybe it's real, what to you think? sometimes you feel like this about people why?
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I like the poem Binetou and
I like the poem Binetou and no I haven't felt like this but I have a question have you?
Yeah Kiara I have felt
Yeah Kiara I have felt like this still know for someone , but I really don't know why?
"We spend our days searching
"We spend our days searching for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love"
Anyway, did you write this poem? I feel theres 2 kinds of romantic love, soul and body. Pretty obvious body love means lust, while soul means a link that transcends physical dimensions.
"If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you."
I wrote some part of it but
I wrote some part of it but mostlyy inspired by somoene special
I completely agree,
I completely agree, sometimes love just happens when you lest expect it and you want what your feeling to last!!!
Thats why you have to always
Thats why you have to always be opened to knew things, such as love.
yeah you just desperate
yeah you just desperate
dear binetou, i liked your
dear binetou,
i liked your poem/post Is love real? but i also just wanna say yes but also no. i feel that some people put a lable on love too often. Love is not something that you can define. it is a feeling but one that is different to all people.
Your post made me think about my first..boyfriend.....yea i dont like thinking about him but i remeber when we broke up i was really sad and he accused me of not knowing what the true meaning of love was. so i asked him what was it then? he answered talking about his ex and how they would spend time with each other and he would run away and go to his house and stuff. i found that bullshit but still. after that i realized that there is no true meaning of love and he was a bastard.
Anyway, i enjoyed your writing. just because mr allison is like that and makes us write this --;;
I am sorry about your ex. I
I am sorry about your ex. I agreed with when you that people do put the lable love too often. I think whern they do that. That is not love is is someting reall strong in you, something you really can not express. It's nice that you enjoy reading my peom.
I love the poem- it kindof
I love the poem- it kindof reminds me of how i feel sometimes. Like I'm out of breath and theres a huge ball in my chest. I dont know if its love but i still love your poem!!!
it's great that you love my
it's great that you love my peom. I think that love is very hard to discrabe, but sometimes I feel the way you do the huge ball in my chest. Maybe it's love.
Why do you like his poem so
Why do you like his poem so much?
Dear,fall Wow.. i
Dear,fall
Wow.. i love your poem never like this. i'm a hopeless romantic so you can say im baisis but i think that its real. I think when just being around the person makes you want to catch your breath,and when you breath in their sent you close your eyes and just the smell of them calms you thatt is love. I believe that when the mere touch of skin on skin makes your body heat up and you feel like,if you dont show that person how you fee you'll explode. If you have all those symptoms think that its real. i think it's love and i think instead of questioning you should enjoy it because not everyone has had that feeling yet.
I pick'd this picture to represent how i feel about you're poem because i think it says more about love then people realize. At first glance all you see is a comic and you think wow just another picture with a boy and a girl about to have sex or something. When you look closer you see that the girl is sleeping and the boy is holding her, and the look on his face seems to be a weird mixture of fear and contemptment. Like if it's holds her to hard she might break. The girl at first glance is unimportant to the comic just this person slepping ini this boys arms. When looking deeper you see that the mere fact that she is so calmly sleeping in this boys arms is the whole point. She looks so comfortable there like she trust him like she knows that in her sleep he wont try to touch her. She is at peace holding on to his arm as she sleeps try ing to pull him closer to her to feel the warmth of his body. The one thing they both have in common is that they are both happy in their own way. Both contempt with what the other one is give them. That is why i love this picture , becasue i think that's love. I dont think love is all about sex, or the pain, or even the butterfly's inyour stomach because the butterfly's fade aand the sex dwindles and you become numb to the pain. I think love is exactly what this pictire is showing. Just a boy and a girl being a boy and a girl, holding each other and having the reassurance that they are in love with the person sitting next to them. That, that person is there make them happy...that's love. That's love at it's best and it's simplest.
I really like the picture
I really like the picture you choosen to exprees love. I think it's great and that love is strange. You really can not tell what is it. Who know what is love you always discrabe it differently, but this picture discrabe perfectly my peom.
That is interresting what
That is interresting what you wrote about. It reminds me of this book I was just resentaly reading about called "The Book Thief ". The narriator is Death. Death is a person in the book and what you wrote sounds very similar to what Death might say.
That poem sounds gentle but
That poem sounds gentle but fierce and serious.