if you have...like me...fallen in love with the tale of the little prince and his rose...you should not hesitate to leaf through the pages of this tale of love...love which causes delirious bouts of happiness... and heart-wrenching anguish...
his fragile little rose...nurtured and trampled on in one breadth...
listen to the anguished cries of the fragile rose and understand that love is...ironically...a bed of roses filled with thorns...filling the air with a sweet aroma but cutting you...unleashing the deep crimson of pain if you grasp it unwittingly...or too passionately...
it is futile to understand love... you can merely be a victim to its embrace...
his fragile little rose...nurtured and trampled on in one breadth...
listen to the anguished cries of the fragile rose and understand that love is...ironically...a bed of roses filled with thorns...filling the air with a sweet aroma but cutting you...unleashing the deep crimson of pain if you grasp it unwittingly...or too passionately...
it is futile to understand love... you can merely be a victim to its embrace...
1 comment:
Thank you for putting down this post, I totally understands what it means like to be a victim.
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