Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Thoughts that escape the moment

The end of love is to never have loved at all. 
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Unselfish passion, doesn't look at the outcome. 
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In my wildest dreams... I always find that you are beside me
and as I awake, I find that everyone is gone and 
you are still beside me. 
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Reality always spins a different tale. 
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That which fuels the fire of my soul, 
is made of patience, kindness, passion, 
joy and happiness...did I mention you?

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The room is cold but as I think of you
I feel the warmth of a thousands suns. 
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To feed the hunger,
one must not be deprived of love. 

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I can see a stroke of anger in most, 
in you I see a stroke of gentleness. 



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