prose, in love and death...

love...hmmmmmmm

                       

people often ask me if i was ever in love?
if i had ever fallen in and out of love...
the feeling of such rush and adrinaline flowing through your veins! your heart pumping so fast the moment you lay your eyes on her... the moment of light that glows from within the darkness of my life!
the glory...

there was a time when i used to feel in place... i used to feel that i once belonged there... in her arms!
what is love?
its a state of serenity... under the shades of your beloved... such miracles with such faith...
love is a place...a place where you feel no shame... a place where you're both lord and slave... good and evil... life and death...you're the judge, the constitution, the law, and the jury!
a place where you set your self to eternal confinement in such sweetness and redemption!

love... is being free... free of fear, hate, greed, love.... is very much equivalent to sacrifice... such might that fades away under the fury the lover!

i have fallen in love... she has fallen out of this world... but i have yet to fall out of her love!


by: The Black Iris, Of The Luminous Imperious