so funny
we can easily say we love inanimate objects
like i love my car
i love my house
but none of those things will love us back or make us commit
if all of us really thought about love
and why we say it to another
what we'd really say is "i love the way you love me or make me feel"
taking the romance and sense of obligation out of "i love you"
so funny
we can easily say we love inanimate objects
like i love my car
i love my house
but none of those things will love us back or make us commit
if all of us really thought about love
and why we say it to another
what we'd really say is "i love the way you love me or make me feel"
taking the romance and sense of obligation out of "i love you"
Oh i liked this one very amusing and quite colourful in the narration,i guess when one is in love or thinks one is in love with another of god's creatures the mistake is in expressing one's emotions too soon then we blow the whole thing sky high.
I liked the scene but wondered about the focus and on the lady in question there wasn't any detail abour your intended dedication to that of another,the amourous reflection will no doubt have to wait for part 2 of this endearing encounter.PS THANKS FOR REVIEWING MY POEM ABSOLUTE DEVOTION and i agree with your sentiments there.
I dont quite know what to say that hasnt already been said in the past reviews. I love your work and this peice was no exeption. Very witty and unique. Keep up the amazing work.
Ahhhh.....I've missed reading you....and this one hasn't disappointed me. Your style is completely your own and I have always loved it.
Keep "saying it", Eagle.
I can't stay, but wanted to read your work while I was here. I am, as always and forever will be, awed by your writing.
I also want to say "Thank you, Eagle."
You are pretty much solely responsible for giving me the confidence to keep submitting my work.
You have been so very kind and supportive to me.
I miss you, sweet friend.
I loved this piece, it actually made me laugh, which is, hmmm, not the usual when I read someone's piece.:) It made me think of myself, when you said these lines:
"Then I sat on a bar stool and to nobody in particular
noted that the hour was not about to turn to where it had
been before it became the topic of my observation.
If in fact it was an hour and not really sixty minutes, but
how many seconds is that and where are those seconds
this very minute ?"
I continuously point this out to my mom, friends, that, why? Why did it have to be that way, "merchandized" that way, yes we know that it was in the olden times when they started the whole charade of the concept of "time" but still, I find myself questioning it, and mind you it doesn't end there. I also question the letters, the way we speak now, how we even.. Nevermind this is about you not me :P Going back, I loved this story.:) It's refreshing to think that some people feel that way too, when you meet someone for the first time they suddenly blurt out things like I love you. But then again... I might agree with Tigra, if it happened to me, I'd be getting the baseball bat out of my closet! :P
so true, and written as only you can, i believe the messege is powerful, yet, has an air of lightness that allows the reader to fully observe what is being said, in ways, and the very idea of love and expression
stands alone because too many people perhaps fail in light of caring, brilliant job as always
This is true. With a little bit of wit and humor mixed in. Love one of those words so freely expressed sometimes by words but not actions. Very well written piece. I liked this.