"Autism & Memoirs of an Old Maid"…C'hele's Story

May 30, 2007

Crazy Love Poetry

Filed under: Poetry — C'hele @ 14:36
A well loved woman

Is like a rose in bloom,

Both feel heavy and full

With its scent.


Love is the antidote-

The only cure

That is yet untouched

By those who would pay millions to bottle it.

In its purest form,

It is the most fiercest weapon known to mankind.

When untainted by the philosophy of others,

Love can move mountains with a single thought.




1 Comment »

  1. So true about love being an antidote! You hit the proverbial nail on the head! 😀

    Comment by vroni1208 — May 30, 2007 @ 21:21

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