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The Prize Love is a thing of hate and splendor that clings to your soul. Latching on and never letting go till you earn its embrace. Or it suffocates you as you drown underneath its weight. Love is foolish love is strange it is a mystery that can’t be explained. A fools errand and a knights reward a tool for evil to misuse. It misguides and misleads turning all the water muddy and unclear. A stain inside the looking glass that makes all things uncertain. The poets cry out for it and yet never...

The Prize Love is a thing of hate and splendor That clings to your soul. Latching on and never letting go Till you earn its embrace. Or it suffocates you as you drown Underneath its weight. Love is foolish love is strange it is a mystery that can't be explained. A fools errand and a knights reward A tool for evil to misuse. It misguides and misleads turning All the water muddy and unclear. A stain inside the looking glass that Makes all things uncertain. The poets cry out for it and Yet never...

A Picture In My Mind A picture in my mind of what love is to me. A tiny little picture in a wooden frame sitting in my mind. What is the picture of? that is what you would ask of me. Is it some love long since dead and gone from my life? No I would have to say that I have long since moved on. There’s nothing more left to cling to in that past life. Could it be someone close to me that has given me new life. No she left me long ago to the fate I now endure. Besides I would not want to let her ...

The Introvert I ain't nothing but an introvert shouted out the extrovert from a building up on high. That's the last thought I had of her before She died. She's that silent whisper in your ear that Seems to shout out to the night air. What more could she have said that Would have made her not disappear? Could I have heard a little more of the Quiet roaring of her soul? I mean what is wrong with being a silent extrovert That just happens to be a loud introvert? Is there some cosmic reason behi...

Maze of Her Mind A world of wonder all in a single mind. Some perfect mind that I find myself drawn to like a moth to a flame. Her splendid mind filled with all the wonders that make me love her. Yet there is always something more to her then just her mind. A way she looks at me with her loving eyes they see right through me. And as she stands there staring at me I find myself held within that gaze. But could it be that there is so much more to her? A simple thing that becomes so complex tha...