If love could talk, it would pour all its feelings into a single moment and wish it to last, its words to resound for years to come. If love could talk it would be mute, because no one would hear their words, and a single moment is never enough.
If love could see, they would see beauty and feel whole. They would see their utopia where they'd want to spend the rest of their lives. If love could see, then love would be blind, because beauty is never seen and utopia will never be found.
If love could hear, they would hear music so beautiful, it would bring tears to their eyes. They would hear a perfect voice, a singular note, playing again and again. If love could hear love would be deaf, because perfect isn't real, and never heard. The music would be a lie and the voice only a machine.
Love is mute, blind and deaf. Love is blissfully ignorant of everything else.
Mistress_Gigi · Sun Aug 24, 2008 @ 11:15pm · 1 Comments |