Ramblings of a Restless mind

Love is a verb. An action verb. Its not enough that you say it, acts must be done to be able to show it. Everyone has experienced loved. You get it from your family, friends and relatives. Love is easy to say and express yet so hard to define. So what is love? That I do not know but I'm willing to spend my life finding out. Hopefully she's willing as well. HAHA.

I'll share a poem I wrote.

Java

As you sing the lines of an old love song

I stare at you, looking intensely

at your dark brown eyes, hoping to see

a flicker, a sparkle, a gleam

that may tell me what your answer might be

They say the eyes never lie

that it holds the key to what's inside

My heart stops a second then restarts to beat

Your eyes begin to tell me your secret, deep

As I slowly began to realize

my eyes sheds tears as if in reply

to what I saw when I looked at thee

that you love another and not me.

I guess I knew it all along but just chose to ignore it. I wanted this love so much that I was blinded. I only saw what I wanted to see not what was really there. Love is blind? No, love makes you blind. Blind to reality, blind to truth. Living a fantasy that can never be. That's what love does. It gets you hoping and wishing suddenly no more. It's all gone. Like a thief in the night, it takes your heart and you'll never get it back nor be the same again. But hey, they're telling me to be optimistic so I guess I will be.