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The Survey
Contributed by
softerware
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Wednesday, 27th December 2017 @ 11:59:33 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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A hundred thousand answers rose;
To the question I proposed.
All were honest; none the same;
As different as from whom they came!
What is love? My letter asked;
And what would you have said to that?
Well, to this day I still dont know;
Which answers wrong or right, and so
That leaves us just one litmus test;
To ask that someone we know best;
What is love? And should we find;
Their answer matches ours in kind;
Would that fragile supposition;
Be sufficient definition;
To invest your heart once more?
Knowing what might be in store?
Only gamblers take that chance;
On luck; on crazy circumstance!
All promises, no guarantees;
On worse odds than the lottery!
No ali ali oxen free!
We have to opt to take our lumps;
No one falls until they jump!
Until we do, well never know;
(A hundred thousand times or so)!
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softerware
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Re: The Survey
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by nightwolf on
Wednesday, 27th December 2017 @ 12:47:48 PM AEST
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Everyone has their own definition of love based on their own experiences. We have to find our own definition for ourselves. It is a gamble, but if we don/'/t allow the chance for misery, we will never know if we could have found happiness. There was a lot of truth in this piece and i enjoyed reading it.
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Re: The Survey
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by JamesStockdale on
Wednesday, 27th December 2017 @ 01:04:10 PM AEST
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Nightwolf summed it up well.
Funny, I/'/m not in a bad place but I often wonder about this same subject as most do.
Wonder how many have asked someone from their romantic past if they really ever loved them.
A no wouldn/'/t bother me but unlike most I/'/d really like to know-really. I/'/m ready to ask the question but it would be best if I was looking them straight in the eyes..... You/'/re on target Jaye :) Reading my mind- that ain/'/t such a healthy to do :) |
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Re: The Survey
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by Spike on
Wednesday, 27th December 2017 @ 08:31:32 PM AEST
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Indeed. Some expressions of love seem more prone to fail (idealistic, infatuation), but the real deal is out there too, waiting for the jump into uncertainty.
Happy Holidays, and have an exceptional New Year, Poet.
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Re: The Survey
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by unknown_utopia on
Friday, 29th December 2017 @ 11:22:30 PM AEST
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whoa interesting topic
in my humble opinion
Love gets mixed up with wanting but not needing
and sometimes we just chase what we can not have
Love true Love is scary
thanx for this thought provoking flow |
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Re: The Survey
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by Invierno on
Saturday, 30th December 2017 @ 09:23:13 PM AEST
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A great question, and superb way of phrasing it!
I believe love is the inflexible action of never taking any action of any sort that would hurt a person in any way.
Example- to employ passive/aggressive behavior is to not love someone. To do is to cause a person pain, and if one loves that person, to cause pain is not to fully love.
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Re: The Survey
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 31st December 2017 @ 11:22:59 AM AEST
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| Another beautiful write. I think you/'/re the most consistent writer on here. |
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Re: The Survey
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 1st January 2018 @ 05:18:22 AM AEST
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love was as time went by
vain in a certain kind of way
since it lifted the heart
that from time to time often
thought it might sink
if it were to think of itself
all alone
Some days it ran through
the town jubilantly
presupposing it
a fabulous gift
no one before had
known, and on
other days it dreaded
its own very existence
and shied away astray
from life itself
only wish to avoid
all the townsfolk
so as not to take them
all down so low
as by itself truly
did feel
Love was love
was love was
all it could muster
up
And it was not
for lack of trying
in the deep recesses
of this heart
until one day
it reached out
I do not forgive
you, but I still
must love you
And I don/'/t want
you to forget
me because
I know I will never
forget you
not ever.
Peace! |
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