Switching off..
I know that I must have really wanted something very bad when I don't seem to want it anymore. Love is just an empty illusion promising you comfort and protection and compassion and understanding and so you run to it with all your strength in the hope of some respite and you find yourself clinging on to shadows and dust. People fall in love with the idea of love. People fall in love with their seat-belt on. Maybe its a wise and practical thing to do. But is it really love???
posted by NishaDelisha at
3:15 AM
1 Comments:
How apt - if only it wasn't his cousin. But them, who are we to judge.
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
-Lord Byron
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