We don't fall in love,
we fall into the idea of it.
the idea that anything is possible,
the idea that we can need and be needed,
the idea that pain is pleasure,
the idea that love is truly unconditional,
the idea that someone can completely get and understand us,
the idea that love is never having to say we're sorry,
the idea that there is a happily ever after,
the idea that forever means forever,
the idea that we can actually be everything to someone,
and them be everything to us.
We fall into the idea of love,
and run from the reality of it.
The idea here is sound and says it like it is. Well written. Perhaps you should read my Bloom Of Youth. Please comment. Adeline
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i find that the ending of this poem makes an absolute statement...within this piece..