Love.

 Beautiful, horrible, magical, terrible. Reason to laugh and smile. Reason to cry yourself to sleep at night. Start a fight. Make up, break up, wrong or right. Heaven for all this work can
equally be hell on earth. And no one really knows anything about it. But everybody needs it. We can't live without it. And that's the way it goes. Darkest day, brightest night. It feels like joy, and it feels like pain. And it feels like sunshine, feels like rain. An excuse for dying, reason to live. Gentle kiss, sweet caress. 

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2 Responses Mar 23, 2009

simply gorgeous.

you should have posted this one in "i write poetry"