Love is the only reason that we give for our insanity, and yet people oww and aww over it like it is the sweetest thing ever. Love is said to be blind, endurein and the end of pain. But I say that love looks on with eyes as shallow as a fountain. Love only endures as long as the money does And that love brings more pain then anything in the world But you say, "Oh but true love isn't that," Well I say that true love is only a myth dreampt up by dreamers and jewelry salesmen. So why do we all still search for that elusive thing called true love, is it because we are as daft as those dreamers we laugh at, or is it because we are one inside, or secratly want to be one. As for me , I hope for neither anymore. I belive now that true love actually does exist, but that to find it we need to over come the fake view of love that those pompus asses that came before us left for us. Their is someone out there for everyone we just have to look. And look with eyes unclouded, lest you become blinded by the false love that has taken my view of love away from me like a razor blade across the eyes. Never to be regained.
A contest entry
- Love is... by Dusty.
513 points, ended April 27, 2007, 13 entries
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A very strong take on love. Some of this may be true and maybe some has been jaded by those who may wish to pretend so as to get what they want. Love to me is like cleaning my home. I have to work at it every day to be happy in it. Love cannot just remain perfect, it requires nourishment like a flower. But you are right, society has taken the idea of love and twisted it to suit their needs and thus in the process are blinding millions to its truth.
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