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:: Updated 22 Aug 2003 : All Rights Reserved : The Journeyman :: | ||||||||||||||||||
:: Debate on Love :: | |||||||||||||||||||
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Is it conceivable to love without feeling pain? Can one be so attached that love numbs all? To know the joy and the sadness Of a union only heaven could have created. But love and freedom are they the same ? and does love tie the latter down in the game? and O let me break the bond and run far away before the morn. My future my life I can decide but like ebbing of the tide I know myself, my place on the board and as the knight, a battle I fought tells me what i never had and lacking it makes me feel bad and only by returning me the limb i crave will resurrect me from my grave. Love and freedom, flip-sides of a coin lacking the other, leaves us all forlorn but love binds us closely with ropes and chains tying us tightly, with rules to the game |
So while we rest and roost in our little room we too long to fly and chase the moon Our restless spirit setting us in flight breaking bonds of love embedded like night But when we're finally free from pain and care we wonder where's the love that once was there Was it a price too bittersweet to pay to undo the bonds and just fly away? For we have regained but love is gone with shadows remaining on a wintry morn |
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This poem was written first by a friend, which I edited and sent to a friend. She then added on to it, so it is essentially a work of 3 persons. You should be able to note the difference in style too. There is also an inherent difference in opinions. Hence the name debate on love, since it is 3 different people offering their opinons of love and what their concept of love is ? But what is really love ? I suppose love is a word that is overused, for a word like love is unable to symbolize what we really feel deep inside, especially when our feelings and emotions are of varying degrees. Just my 2 cents worth 8) | |||||||||||||||||||
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