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*The thing about love is that      It is strategically tragic, Built to last, made to make you feel, Feel good and alive, to feel enough,      Gracefully and sudden Like a gentle kiss, the spreading Of wings of the soul, the fall      Of listless stars, but           Just as lasting. I do not know what else to feel Upon seeing this ocean, except To remember you with the same      Natural feeling, inexplicable, Like the color blue catches on      With the bleach of white, Aiming to accentuate, searching      For the old burn of red           In vain. And beauty is felt more      Than it is seen. Eyes have Seen more than they have rested, And they have seen things best,      While they are closed. More than sorrow, pain and suffering, More than sure looped-goodbyes,      It is the serendipitous affection That rules over all, overthrowing The flowing madness of passing worlds, Passing all the lovers by, mad enough,      And mad still, yet the fight           Is worth loving for. Love is worth fighting with. Life is worth it. Love Is priceless, yet, I love you A little less      Than love itself. Love never grew, it just stays beside, Just beside, them, us, blown      By the havoc of life, fate and time, Drifting amongst the drifters Surrounding us, dizzied,      Ever-tested, enduring all.* © 2015 J.S.P.
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Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 12:44 AM UTC
Whirlpool
*The thing about love is that      It is strategically tragic, Built to last, made to make you feel, Feel good and alive, to feel enough,      Gracefully and sudden Like a gentle kiss, the spreading Of wings of the soul, the fall      Of listless stars, but           Just as lasting. I do not know what else to feel Upon seeing this ocean, except To remember you with the same      Natural feeling, inexplicable, Like the color blue catches on      With the bleach of white, Aiming to accentuate, searching      For the old burn of red           In vain. And beauty is felt more      Than it is seen. Eyes have Seen more than they have rested, And they have seen things best,      While they are closed. More than sorrow, pain and suffering, More than sure looped-goodbyes,      It is the serendipitous affection That rules over all, overthrowing The flowing madness of passing worlds, Passing all the lovers by, mad enough,      And mad still, yet the fight           Is worth loving for. Love is worth fighting with. Life is worth it. Love Is priceless, yet, I love you A little less      Than love itself. Love never grew, it just stays beside, Just beside, them, us, blown      By the havoc of life, fate and time, Drifting amongst the drifters Surrounding us, dizzied,      Ever-tested, enduring all.* © 2015 J.S.P.
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Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 12:44 AM UTC
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