People say its easy to bend the iron when its hot, and so does a blacksmith... and an emotional person says that its better to make a hurt bend 200 times round, than when he or she is emotionally sound.
Like the water in the oceans gets circulated around in the different vectorial currents, the tectonic plates move around at ease, life also gets a move with a jolt from roses that has throrns underneath... It pricks yes you love to see the colour, smell the fragnance that has millions of allergic pollens in it, yet you know its not for you but for the boquet that would describe the grandeur of the palaquin in which some where some how moves away from you-- just as the rose has been removed.
If you were an aristrocratic snob, you would have let the palanquin sit at its starting point, but if you were a lover, you would just wait and watch the smile that you long craved for. Never in this world did you value so much other than the smile, thats true! and you shall never let it stop, but boil and burn the blood from the cornerest end of your heart, for her smile. So what you will die, many dogs do die out! No one ever thinks how the palace was saved by the dogs, who might have got killed by the robbers, but everyone treasures the wealth saved..and thats your smile dear. Will never let it fade.... in my life time. I would take several phoenical births to get you, but for this life, my soul stays for you...my body..let it get shared by the billion vultures of unfaithful desire... but you have my soul for ever!
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