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reluctant yuppie, full-time lover, wanna-be poet. only 3 things are important in this life: art, beauty and love. all the other things in this world are necessary to survive but whoever said surviving is the same as living? i would rather die than merely survive for the rest of my life.
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September 3rd, 2008

first poem i wrote leah

Posted by TheFool at 02:05 PM on September 3, 2008.

I should not love you…
In fact, by all other accounts, I could not love you.
Yet I long for the day when I’ll get to see you again,
The hour that I’ll get to hear your voice…
and the day when I will once again be blessed with your kiss.

I should not love you…
I could not love you…
But when I hold your hand in mine,
I forget that I’ve long been disillusioned by the idea of romance,
And end up remembering that a soft touch can indeed cure all wounds.

When I hold you,
Nothing else matters…
The past mistakes, the promises I made in the present and my cynical views on the future.

When I hold you,
I forget my past, I live for the present and I rewrite my future with visions of a tomorrow with you.

I should not love you but I could not help loving you.
Even if in the end I may regret it…
Even if the ghosts of yesterday reappears…
Even if in the end, I find myself unable to love again.

Hit me baby!

for leah

Posted by TheFool at 02:05 PM on September 3, 2008.

What is with you that makes me fall in love with you more and more every single day? There is not a minute that you are far from my thoughts. Not a minute where your face doesn't flash in my head. I sometimes wonder what force of nature would bring me to my knees. I no longer wonder. It doesn't take an earthquake, a tsunami, or some other natural calamity to turn my knees to jelly. It only takes you.

Hit me baby!

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