Array ( [sid] => 172295 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Ramblings [time] => 2012-05-01 21:41:38 [hometext] => [bodytext] => What did Wilde know of love? Shakespeare, Keats, any of them?
What did any of them know of this love, my love, our love?
Nothing I can say feels right. I find myself limited by my own self-containment to express sufficiently what my reborn heart and soul are crying out for me to tell the waiting world.
I want the world to stop what its doing and pay me its full attention and then what?
Hear me struggle to comprehend the very thoughts that traverse my mind all the night and day, constantly?
Suddenly, everything that surrounds me, everything that was once so steady, swings like a pendulum.
Whirling through thoughts of us, why, how, what now?
Torn between rational thought, acceptance, desperation and the desire to plunge in head first into everything we can be without hesitation.
All in the context of love.
Somehow by allowing myself to be blinded by you and our romance everything seems so clear now, clearer than it ever could have been before.

You say I ramble, this is what I call a ramble.
I love you.
You amaze me,
Your name, Fiona.


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Ramblings
Date: Tuesday, 1st May 2012 @ 09:41:38 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Crania
What did Wilde know of love? Shakespeare, Keats, any of them?
What did any of them know of this love, my love, our love?
Nothing I can say feels right. I find myself limited by my own self-containment to express sufficiently what my reborn heart and soul are crying out for me to tell the waiting world.
I want the world to stop what its doing and pay me its full attention and then what?
Hear me struggle to comprehend the very thoughts that traverse my mind all the night and day, constantly?
Suddenly, everything that surrounds me, everything that was once so steady, swings like a pendulum.
Whirling through thoughts of us, why, how, what now?
Torn between rational thought, acceptance, desperation and the desire to plunge in head first into everything we can be without hesitation.
All in the context of love.
Somehow by allowing myself to be blinded by you and our romance everything seems so clear now, clearer than it ever could have been before.

You say I ramble, this is what I call a ramble.
I love you.
You amaze me,
Your name, Fiona.




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