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to define love. You'll be baffled bewildered & broken by the end. The cynical ones will laugh, say it's dead, overused and cliche. Why try write what Whitman, Dickinson, Frost & Shakespeare have already covered? The romantic ones will wax on for hours describing inner & outer beauty compared to anything that strikes their eye. Why can't you see it's everywhere? The hip ones will scare you, take a **** & describe some detailed carnal fantasy involving tapioca & a talking ***** named Pony. Ask a lawyer, they could tell you the legal definition. Ask your parents, they will tell you something trite about seeing it through. Ask little kids for an adorably wise response. Ask a dog as it's ******* your leg. Ask a scientist, they will describe the chemical reactions in the brain. Ask a prisoner, they will tell you it's something they miss. But never ask a poet to define love. Your brain will hurt, half your day gone & you'll be left heart broken by the end.
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Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 9:57 AM UTC
Never ask a poet
to define love. You'll be baffled bewildered & broken by the end. The cynical ones will laugh, say it's dead, overused and cliche. Why try write what Whitman, Dickinson, Frost & Shakespeare have already covered? The romantic ones will wax on for hours describing inner & outer beauty compared to anything that strikes their eye. Why can't you see it's everywhere? The hip ones will scare you, take a **** & describe some detailed carnal fantasy involving tapioca & a talking ***** named Pony. Ask a lawyer, they could tell you the legal definition. Ask your parents, they will tell you something trite about seeing it through. Ask little kids for an adorably wise response. Ask a dog as it's ******* your leg. Ask a scientist, they will describe the chemical reactions in the brain. Ask a prisoner, they will tell you it's something they miss. But never ask a poet to define love. Your brain will hurt, half your day gone & you'll be left heart broken by the end.
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Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 9:57 AM UTC
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