Define Love

Raduga
From palm to palm it flows
                and has no end
It has no meaning
             yet it has it all
It tastes like velvet
               and it smells of jazz
And sounds like chocolate milkshake
                on the rocks
It's texture is as soft
                as air of night
It forms the shape of wax
                that starts to melt
For many names it has
              not one is true
But I believe you've figured
                what I meant


© Copyright: Raduga, 2002
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Антон Благонравов   07.08.2002 12:38   •   Заявить о нарушении
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Thank you very much for your opinion, I appreciate every comment on the outpouring of my soul. But in case you were wondering, this thing was not dedicated to you.

Raduga   09.08.2002 23:46   Заявить о нарушении
I'm sure it wasn't, and of course I didn't say your poem is mediocre, I just don't belive in love.

Антон Благонравов   13.08.2002 20:35   Заявить о нарушении
A soothing potion on my aching wounds... I don't believe in love myself. To be true, I believe it doesn't exist. When I was writing "I believe you figured what I meant" I was really trying to say that no one can define love and any definition of this unreal thing is messy and stupid - just like in my poem.

Raduga   15.08.2002 14:20   Заявить о нарушении
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