The Problem Is..

I am an open book. The problem is not that people read it in wrong order but that no one has tried to open it.
I am an apple tree. The problem is not that one climbs on it or throws stone at it but that its collapsing by the weight of its own apples.
I am a rose flower. The problem is not that a lover haven't gifted it to his sweetheart, but that even a butterfly haven't noticed it.
I am a love ocean. The problem is not that its vaporizing everyday, but that there is no rever falling in it.

LoveOcean12 LoveOcean12 31-35, M 2 Responses Apr 27, 2012

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I am a fan of yours, LoveOcean..... This is great.

Solutions are at deltas spread

rivers do flow to your deepest waters

Eyes wide shut,

you're chasing ghosts

Silhouetted Apiration of hope

Don't fear, for the love you hope

is undercover deep with in your soul

You said the ultimate truth.

:) thank you... (I think)
I hope your really open to the art of happiness.