From my Book of Arts :

[lusty_lovely]

Love believes me when I lie.
Love puts the blue back in my eye.
Love is the end of history ;
the enemy of misery.
Love refuses to believe that equality ;
is just for the naive.
Love has got to be with the weak ;
And only then does it have a chance to speak.
Love in justice ; not charity.
Love brings without clarity.

Comments

[stepout_of_line]

I wuv it.

[lusty_lovely]

Thank you. :-)

Awe.

[jamie_bo_bamiee]

Beautiful and so true.