Monday, August 23, 2004

If love is like a flower,
innocence would be its scent.
So fragile and untainted,
like a baby's first breath.

But real love is like a weed,
nourished from a single seed.
Though blemished with imperfections,
stands weathered throughout seasons.

Man, so corny... but ain't it a bit true? I think I'd rather embrace something ungraceful or unattractive to see the beauty within.

"The love in your heart was not put there to stay. Love is not love 'til you give it away". -- Oscar Hammerstein II

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