Love is Red
It smells like roses.It tastes like strawberries.
It sounds like the giggling of a baby.
It feels like laying in a field of soft grass.
It looks like the sunset.
Love, is wanting to stay like that forever.
Love is Red
It smells like roses.The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
the "perfect image" | 2 | 03/06/2010 |
Lost | 0 | 03/06/2010 |
Love is Red | 0 | 03/06/2010 |
Sadness is Blue | 0 | 03/06/2010 |
Mask | 1 | 03/06/2010 |
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