you have
corrupted me
with your innocence
leaving my soul
with no defense
tainting my heart
with your purity
loving me for
the me of me
with your innocence
leaving my soul
with no defense
tainting my heart
with your purity
loving me for
the me of me
you have
corrupted me
18 comments:
I feel pain from the words you write, my pain, of my unending search for love....
What an icy colour you've chosen for your words, gypsy woman! A colour resisting the shattering of all fences but the last one, as it should be. This last fence is your ultimate protection, don't let anybody even see through it, way too dangerous.
Never write with all fences down. I never do that with a picture, even if I play with this mortal idea from time to time. :-)
Take care...
Roger
Il est préférable d'avoir incomplètes amour qu'aucun amour tout!
I am a better person for love to have touched me, albeit in such an incomplete way :(, to torture my very soul!
Awesome.
The wv is interesting: intefuri -
into fury??
you know, dear gemel, it has been my experience that love involves not a search of the world - but rather an inward look - and love will come knocking - at least, in my own [sometimes dismal] experience! :)
but i am with you in what you mean! been there done that - know it! :)
and roger, you who sees me so clearly at times - lavender times included! ;) thank you for your always lovely words - and yes, feeling a bit melancholy today! ~ sigh ~
:)
yes - so profoundly true to have been touched in the least by love - just even the whisper of a touch and we are the better for it, i think! lovely to see you and thank you so much for dropping by!
muchas gracias, trish!
hmmmmm.....is that word verification for thee or me??? ;)
love involves not a search of the world - but rather an inward look
But how dare you, sweet Jenean? How dare you! We agree that there is a zillion definitions for love, do we not? Then... - but then you may well be right, sometimes...
But wherever you look, you will not know what awaits you, the blinding force in the other one's eyes that leaves you speechless.
That's why love is so treacherous. When it hits you, your life is changed forever.
Roger
dear roger, i meant only that one cannot "go out in search of love" in the literal sense - love comes along at the most "unexpected" times i have found and in the most "unexpected" ways - with the act of searching [bars, dating services, etc, exclusively for finding "The One"] a different perspective has already happened - one of - i don't know - perhaps "need" over "want" - desperation over anticipation - does that make sense? i'm saying simply leaving oneself open to experience does not require a physical/literal "search" - that's all - you are quite right that when that blinding force in the eyes of the other leaves you speechless [and blind], one's life is forever changed - as i have also found, sir! :)
it's great to have your comments poking around here once again, roger! always a little box of goodies tucked away for me to find!
I digging this one, I am not feeling pain from this, though. This is a corruption of the best kind.
Interesting corrupion.. I need more of this!
hey cowboy! yes, so true - the best kind of corruption! we should all be so lucky in love!
hello dear dulce! interesting and inviting corruption, yes? yummmmm...
;)
Such soulful words and you just corrupted me with them Gypsy babe..your words are beautiful dear~
oh, and there's the beautiful wild rose whose words are also beautiful! wonderful to see you and especially to have you visit! thank you - and have a glorious wild rose day!
Hi Jenean.. I love your words as always...but also enjoy the comments so often left by other frequent visitors...its like overhearing the middle of a conversation only..that leave you wondering....
oh, hey marlene! wonderful to see you - yeah, like being a "closet listener" in blogs isn't it? :) but glad you're entertained - which is what it's all about! :)
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