A story about a lazy person who hopes to live a quiet, carefree life, yet gets hopelessly entangled with a group of men who are variously brilliant, arrogant, haughty, or oblivious.
Some say love is a river that can drown the fragile reeds,
Some say love is a razor that makes your soul bleed,
Some say love is hunger, an endless, aching need,
I say love is a flower, and you are only the seed.
A heart afraid to break will never learn to dance,
A dream afraid to wake will never get the chance,
Those who cannot let others have may never learn to give,
A soul afraid to die will never learn to live.
When the night is too lonely and the road too long, and you think only the lucky and the strong can find love,
Remember that seeds lie buried in winter's bitter snow, and in the sun's loving warmth, they become roses in spring.
I really love this poem. What I admire most is the way it combines a longing for love with clear-headedness.
Why... It hasn't been updated yet, there are too few words... But I support it!
A sofa... Gorgeous writing style, I would like to see it...