you gaze into the horizon, the look in your face suggest serrenity and peace. what lurks behind the mirrors of your soul is glazed over revealing nothing.
she whispers in his ear, "This is the best day of my life dear." and offers her shyest smile, her cheeks gives hint of a blush of pleasure that makes her look like a cat full with cream. she licks her lips suggestively and he reponded with downcast eyes aiming her full lips. he reaches over to plant a kiss and nibbles on the bit of swollen flesh which is willing. he groaned satiedly with pleasure.
in his mind, beyond the grasp of rising desire rushing to his temples he sees a vision. the mist of melancholy clears and he's lulled back in her tight embrace. he blinks and pulls her closer and whispers into her hair which smells forbiddenly of lust, "and until forever ends, i will love you each day like this my sweet kismet."
yet the face was not hers. she of flesh and blood wilts in comparision to which that is her. his first love.
*crick crick crick*
and we wonder why we each burn with such passionate fevour at times when the truth eludes us beyond the reflections of our private thoughts. i will hate myself if i was her of flesh and blood but my soul would pray with silent hopefuls of forever to be her in his mind.
then to end the turmoil between my hate and loathesome envy...I'd kill him ten thousand times over with all that is within my capabilties, making sure he suffers, till he is merely just dusts of nothing, erased from my being.
*burp*
just thoughts...nothing more >) and the movie was called "Love is a many splendoured thing" NOT "Love many it's a splendorous thing." *hehehe* while it is completely natural, even out of sheer habit to compare past loves to present ones in some areas, ITS cardinal sin number ONE if you use your past love as a measuring stick for the present one (even those who follow), bet you'd experience HELL on earth and damnation through eternity.
GET OVER IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! or trust me, you,d be in trouble.
stay sane,
amyemeelea
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