Love is never easy.
It’s an all consuming feeling
that snatches off your rationality.
It eats you.
It binds you.
It enslaves you.
But you surrender to it
and even asks to be
a prisoner of it
Forever...
Complacent,
just savoring
the experience of captivity.
Because love
is when bondage
becomes synonymous to liberty
A contest entry
- Love: Both Ends of the Spectrum by Itzamna.
550 points, ended November 25, 2008, 20 entries
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"Because love is when bondage becomes synonymous to liberty"
I've never quite thought of that in such a manner before, not directly at least, but now the thought seems as obvious as the incandescent sting of staring straight into the noon day sun.
-cheers
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wow! what a lovely comment. thanks for reading my piece.
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