Love at First Sight
The Sunshine was bright in the sky, The birds were singing, A new day had sprung. Then I saw him. Innocent as the day he was born. He was angelic and melancholy. Like a rose with no thorns. The moment our eyes locked I knew he was the one, the only. Nothing in the world could break this, it was meant to be. His eyes peered deep into my soul. As pure as pure can be. Our arms reached out, then our hands touched. A spark ignited the fire in my heart. This fire could never be put out. This feeling is as light a air. I knew at this moment if I were to fall he would catch me with arms wide open. Just as I would fight with the heart of a thousand armies. He suddenly looked to the right. A women stood in the doorway, as Beautiful as the day is young, much more than I. Turning back we locked eyes once again, but this time he was not as true. Love is blind, but will God please stop showing me the truth to that?
Love is a funny thing. As they say, every rose has its thorns. I feel the pedals shriveling, dying. Though the fire in my heart refuses to die, it holds no argument to staying alive on coals. It's all fair in love and war, but maybe my army should surrender. From this day forward every day will feel like Monday. A new day will come, but not as long as the previous. The sun will shine again, but not as bright as it used to. And so I have learned it is better to love and lost, then to have not loved at all.
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