The intellectual is always showing off, the lover is always getting lost. The intellectual runs away, afraid of drowning; the whole business of love is to drown in the sea. Intellectuals plan their repose; lovers are ashamed to rest. The lover is always alone, even surrounded with people; like water and oil, he remains apart. The man who goes to the trouble of giving advise to a lover, gets nothing. Because hes mocked, by passion. Love is like musk; is attracts attention. Love is a tree, and lovers are indeed, its shade. So dont be disturbed by the 50 shades of gray. #poetry
Posted on: Sat, 10 May 2014 05:09:06 +0000