Monday, February 23, 2009

On the ship, tied to the mast

My eyes are an ocean in which my gleams are reflected
His eyes to my devotion in which my dreams are protected

I used to think life was a flower, just like the french game 'Effeuiller la marguerite'. It had me convinced that life was divided into superlative antonyms; All or None, Best or Worst and Always and Never. It is a known idiom probability game known as
'He loves me... He loves me not'
that had me entangled into its life philosophy.
Although this was untill I discovered the twist:
'He loves me... He loves me Lots'

1 comment:

hopefaithbelieve said...

I love this. Loved reading through your posts.