They say love and marriage is the result of chemicals sparking off in the 'correct' proportions in the human mind; A wise man says marriage is an institution, and love is blind and married people find themselves in the institution for the blind; I say love is the purest and most vulnerable element... and marriage has the responsibility to keep its lustre. So what's the fuss about? I've been pondering why people around us part, why people patch things up and why there's heartbreak and pain and laughter and happiness. If people are not meant to be, does it make sense for them to be together in the first place?
Finally weekend is here and it spells time for rest, rest and more rest... :) Here's a poem I wrote the other time about fantasy love:
[u][b]Lull'd to Dreams[/b][/u] As if possible, to be lull'd to dreams, By hues of the ancient creek shimmering Amidst Luna's passive light; Where soft-spoken cypress gently Rustles, Behold the gallant (windy) knight! Where fond memories overflow the brims of dark grapes' vessel, Where Regina plays hide-and-seek Within his inconsolable heart; Yet bid him closer, closer, The farther she's apart.
As if possible, to be lull'd to dreams, By shadows of midnight slowly dancing To Nature's drowsy tune; Where forest fairies immersed in Love's game, To sober reality they are immuned. Where the occasional fog blinds one's path And leads him astray, But perhaps I will show my Love his way, If only I truly may.
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...I understand that I would have been greedy to ask for love and career at the same time...and no matter how lonely I sometimes may feel, I have to look on the brighter side of my life. In any case, this is a period when I feel like a child all over again, having the right and depth to dream, and perhaps to make my dreams come true.
