Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby, kiss me
Fill my heart with song
And let me sing forever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you
Fill my heart with song
Let me sing forever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, in other words
I love you
Love is but an illusion of the most pleasurable things in life. There are thoughts that once love has been possessed, the world will be the brightest and happiest place to live in.
It’s not the conveying of sceptical thoughts. Many have owed to love, happiness and sweet lives, but love too have much sorrows to bring about.
It’s funny how eluded the word love can be. Just like marriage, once you’re in it, you hope that you’re able to get out of it, but those who are out of it, hope so much to be in it.
Love must be shown, felt and showered on. It will be ridiculous when one can vow to stay faithful through bad times, illness and downturn of wealth when one can’t even feel the pain that is piercing through the heart of so called the other half. Well, if one arm is being pinched, I suppose the other side will feel the pain too.
It’s just my mere thoughts. Love is not only through saying and a heavy downpour of lovely words, promises, gifts and beautiful flowers. It’s more than just all those. Love means an everlasting emotional supports and guiding the one out of the trauma, not adding on to the excruciating pain.
I leave you with this. “ Think like a man. Use logic and consciences. Hurt not one and give happiness unjustly with your decision. Filial piety doesn’t mean a life long obligation. Let not the rotten potatoes run into the generations. A good leader leads and weighs the suggestions given by the followers, not implementing them because of grateful feelings or fear of the followers.”
I am,
Tyro
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby, kiss me
Fill my heart with song
And let me sing forever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you
Fill my heart with song
Let me sing forever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, in other words
I love you
Love is but an illusion of the most pleasurable things in life. There are thoughts that once love has been possessed, the world will be the brightest and happiest place to live in.
It’s not the conveying of sceptical thoughts. Many have owed to love, happiness and sweet lives, but love too have much sorrows to bring about.
It’s funny how eluded the word love can be. Just like marriage, once you’re in it, you hope that you’re able to get out of it, but those who are out of it, hope so much to be in it.
Love must be shown, felt and showered on. It will be ridiculous when one can vow to stay faithful through bad times, illness and downturn of wealth when one can’t even feel the pain that is piercing through the heart of so called the other half. Well, if one arm is being pinched, I suppose the other side will feel the pain too.
It’s just my mere thoughts. Love is not only through saying and a heavy downpour of lovely words, promises, gifts and beautiful flowers. It’s more than just all those. Love means an everlasting emotional supports and guiding the one out of the trauma, not adding on to the excruciating pain.
I leave you with this. “ Think like a man. Use logic and consciences. Hurt not one and give happiness unjustly with your decision. Filial piety doesn’t mean a life long obligation. Let not the rotten potatoes run into the generations. A good leader leads and weighs the suggestions given by the followers, not implementing them because of grateful feelings or fear of the followers.”
I am,
Tyro
2 comments:
love is beautiful... but too bad.. i've forgotten how to fall in love... :(
Hi...Its me! Camelia
your love journal is true...and i agree with under this paragraph : "Let not the rotten potatoes run into the generations".
Eh, what is LOVE huh? I don't understand the term "LOVE" .... hate, fear and lost in the love world ... bla bla bla
Your blog not bad but needs more to add on the background. Its ok...take your time and Xplore more.
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