Oct 2017
****** is the one who loves,
When one can find no boundary.
Cursed is the one who loves,
In joyful constant foolery.
For a lover's will,
It sees one be brittle.
Lest the heart is still,
And oh, so too gentle.
When one can find no boundary.
Cursed is the one who loves,
In joyful constant foolery.
For a lover's will,
It sees one be brittle.
Lest the heart is still,
And oh, so too gentle.
Have you ever been sruck in a cycle of the same joke, over, and over. Up to the moment you start wondering "is this all that we got?" but afraid to tell him/her because you know how it will turn out. And at the end of the day it did turn out the way you had thought it would.
And might well be, the way it should.
And might well be, the way it should.
