"When love someone, love just with half of your heart,
You have to learn how to be certainly smart."
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Love is like a game – totally a war game,
In competing to uphold personal fame.
Where hearts fight tenaciously on the mind grounds,
Those who win it will also suffer their own pounds,
Hearts are really bold warriors, and none above,
That with their swords spill blood of innocent love
Compassion always boasts of own victory,
On battle-fields called by human vanity.
Love then can be changed to fire of fresh flowers,
As beauty though unsure of what it conquers,
Like a game-bet that would set who winners are.
No matter what cause is, where fighting-fields are,
The whole world itself could be burned by love-fire,
And worldly beauty’s nothing left to admire.
But bodies charred and ashes of lifeless things.
Love-flame engulfs passion of zillion beings.
Humans are created as the war machines,
And their greed flows like blood in streams from their genes.
Since birth heated by passion and plagued by strife,
Though, love also maintains existence of life.
Life, with landscapes, enjoys love being beneath.
Who wins will be awarded with laurel wreath
Of diamond flowers picked up there high and high,
In celestial garden: Flickering stars in the sky
Sao Puthpong
You have to learn how to be certainly smart."
Reading Benefits You: http://r-b-u.blogspot.com
Love is like a game – totally a war game,
In competing to uphold personal fame.
Where hearts fight tenaciously on the mind grounds,
Those who win it will also suffer their own pounds,
Hearts are really bold warriors, and none above,
That with their swords spill blood of innocent love
Compassion always boasts of own victory,
On battle-fields called by human vanity.
Love then can be changed to fire of fresh flowers,
As beauty though unsure of what it conquers,
Like a game-bet that would set who winners are.
No matter what cause is, where fighting-fields are,
The whole world itself could be burned by love-fire,
And worldly beauty’s nothing left to admire.
But bodies charred and ashes of lifeless things.
Love-flame engulfs passion of zillion beings.
Humans are created as the war machines,
And their greed flows like blood in streams from their genes.
Since birth heated by passion and plagued by strife,
Though, love also maintains existence of life.
Life, with landscapes, enjoys love being beneath.
Who wins will be awarded with laurel wreath
Of diamond flowers picked up there high and high,
In celestial garden: Flickering stars in the sky
Sao Puthpong
When you Love someone
When you love someone, truly love them, you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt-you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul. And when they do strike, it’s crippling-like having your heart carved out. ~Sherrilyn Kenyon
When you love someone, truly love them, you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt-you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul. And when they do strike, it’s crippling-like having your heart carved out. ~Sherrilyn Kenyon
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