"Ode to A Kind of Love, Lost"

I loved a love a hundred times,
A long, long time ago.
It was sweet, romantic, a fairy-tale kind,
The kind you can't outgrow.

I loved a love a thousand times,
Not so long ago.
The heated passion, addictive kind,
That made all my blood flow.

I loved a love a million times,
A little while ago.
The kind and gentle, patient one,
That caused my skin to glow.

The first when lost, made me believe
How childish I could be,
And foolish, silly... shake my head...
Imaginary, see?

The next once gone, as all was lost,
A blade struck to my chest,
Stabbing, twisting, vessels slashed,
Blood ran down my breasts.

The third once more, would you be gone?
No matter, I will keep.
As pine trees flourish in the snow,
And dreamings in my sleep....

-- I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close. -- Pablo Neruda

.....and one day you will love again....

I knew you were sweet... ... You will too, you know

Nice Pansy,

I have a romantic side as well as a dark humoured side. Bitterness is the enemy of joy.Nice to see you are not.Nobody is worth becoming bitter and joyless for but many do.Glad you have kept some of the good aspects of these people with you.Very good. Sweet

C'mon now... Everyone has a Jedi or a Sith in them...just a matter of choosing which to let out when the time comes...

...and then there's me who is a Lava Flea infested Mustafarian Jedi Wookie who thrives off the "force" of joyful bitterness.