Black hair long and woven with nightshade, black robes trailing from her slender form, a whisper of silk. She is beautiful, her face delicate and finely wrought, her brown skin seems almost ethereal...
Equisitely formed, lithe and deicate, yet stronger than steel.
~Love, it is not always wise. It can lead one to great folly, but we follow our heart...where ever it takes us, do we not?
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you see love can not be taught like subjects of philosphy, social, or science...it is an affection an emotion. its blindness is for the better..love is wise i'd say ..but the individual may stop it from taking its course and in the end we blame love...in social studies we are asked what is stronger love or hate?
both are emotions
however in my view hate is easier to be seen and an easier emotion to be created...love on the other hand isn't seconds, minutes , or days of frustration or anger but a life time of positive emotion...but you will never hear the front page news speak of a fundraiser collecting $5000.000 from a school yet instead it will be the gang shooting at the school
the definition of love could go pages upon pages and one clear definition would never come out of it.. a wise man once said that whether you can or you can't your right either way...love works the same ..its always been the things that man makes in his head that create a down fall do not say that love is not wise for the wisdom of love is far more understanding then without it..our hearts don't lie to us they tell us exactly how we feel..but it is also true that are hearts can be misguided but true love can never be misguided for its path is clear and laid out in the worlds most beautiful wonders
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