love, like my mother's cooking makes me thankful,
love cruel, like a beaten puppy, makes me hateful.
love uplifting, like seraphim's voice gives me wings,
love that's cold and gone, make tears and cheek cling.
why is a thing's quality judged by it's actions?
why are the loves I cherish, such a distraction?
Thursday, September 06, 2007
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