Stories
Saturday, May 3, 2008
12:20 AM
Mind of Love
Attempt not this nor this,
I should know the better.
Were it to be cued to me,
I would have gone thus.
Tranquil is the mind of calm,
Where chaos does no harm.
Blessed wholly in every part,
For that peace should prevail.
Of the situation that be so,
That which the mind so composed.
Sanity it be called to most,
Where in losing becomes mocked.
Say that it will always be thus,
Never more once it sets in.
Losing it all by and by to seem,
Encompassed where it all to begin.
Still on love darn. I can't keep from writing them... Which oh well may not be exactly a bad thing. Revisiting the passion I have loved so fondly that in which I have lost to gainly.