thisisquiteannoying

I didn't love you from the moment I saw you,     But something about you caught my eye. I didn't love you from the day we spoke,     But something about it gave me delight. I didn't love you from the moment we kissed,     But something about it made me sigh. I didn't love you from that first caress,     But something about it made feel light. I grew to love you,     After time had passed. My love for you grows stronger still,       Our ups and downs amassed. I love you these years later,     And will forevermore; Through all life to us will cater,     Like none has loved before. I have never found a love as yours,

Simple thoughts, Expressed in simple words, On simple lines, Printed on simple paper, Written in simple ink, From a simple pen, Moved with simple fingers, On a simple hand, Attached to a simple arm, body, and mind From which the simple thoughts sprung. The endless circle of poetry. A circle of complex simplicity.

There is no Love.  There is only Pain.  Love is a mutation of Pain.  Happiness is percieved as those small moments when Pain is subdued.  Joy is an adaptation of Happiness.  Sorrow is the child of Pain.  Hate is Pain and Sorrow directed towards the cause of Pain.  Anger is an adaptation of Hate, as is Rage and Jealousy.  None of these, however, are Emotions.  Emotions do not exist.  They are transparent projections of reactions.  One can choose what to project, and at what time one wishes to project it.  People are governed by their projections.  The result is either Pride or Pain.  In the end, Pride is the cause of Pain.  Pain also, is a pro

All that I've done, Few have percieved. All that I've seen, I don't comprehend. All that I've heard, Is to be kept from some. All that I know, None have been told. All that worries me, Is the unpercieved. All that I dread, Is uncomprehnsion. All that troubles me, Is what is kept from me. All that we fear, Is The Unknown.