A Thing Unseen

Fri, 01/17/2014 - 02:21 -- jbenson

 

Love is a thing unseen.

Not always known and untold.

When touched by it you can feel

pain, joy, anger, happiness.

It sounds like spring,

but at the same time a winters storm.

It has the warmth of fire

and the coldness of ice.

Its like an unquenched thirst.

Strived for like lost breath.

Chaos like a stampede

with the organization of a painting.

 

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