i ran across some nice poems about love and felt like sharing it with everyone =)

Love is… by Adrian Henri

Love is feeling cold in the back of vans
Love is a fanclub with only two fans
Love is walking holding paintstained hands
Love is

Love is fish and chips on winter nights
Love is blankets full of strange delights
Love is when you don’t put out the light
Love is

Love is presents in Christmas shops
Love is when you’re feeling Top of the Pops
Love is what happens when the music stops
Love is

Love is white panties lying all forlorn
Love is a pink nightdress still slightly warm
Love is when you have to leave at dawn
Love is

Love is you and love is me
Love is a prison and love is free
Love’s what’s there when you’re away from me
Love is

Love - my view

Love was, is and will always be a very important part of our lives. It is probably the most intense feeling anyone can experience, the one that gave birth to bloody wars, as well as extraordinary stories. But what is love?

In spring, love is friendship. It’s in the white flowers of the apple trees, in the sour smell of freshly cut grass, in the clear morning skies. In spring, love is lying on the river banks, looking at the cotton candy clouds and trying to make sense of their unusual shape. It’s bumblebees buzzing around your bright yellow T-shirt and it’s the funny dance you do trying to get rid of them.

In summer, love is passion. It’s in the crimson sunsets, in the waves that crash against the shore, in the intense heat of the day. In summer, love is watching the stars at night, playing with your feet in the wet sand on the beach. It’s walking in the rain without worrying about the cold you might catch and it’s the sneezes and hick-ups you get when you arrive home.

In autumn, love is calm. It’s in the ochre leaves in the park, in the windy days, in the long walks you take in the afternoon. In autumn, love is staying home in bed while the raindrops keep knocking on your bedroom window. It’s a hot tea served with milk and biscuits and the royal resemblance this implies.

In winter, love is peace. It’s in the contrast between the immaculate snow and the ebony trees, in the morning mist, in the freezing cold, which purifies everything. In winter, love is enjoying a cup of hot cocoa in front of the crackling fire. It’s the flavour of a good old wine, drank with your better half and the feeling that you have found your place on Earth.

Love is the same all year-round and love changes with the season. Love is not to be defined, nor examined. Love is not theoretical, it’s practical. You do not talk about it, you feel it. You cannot love ‘a bit’, or give someone ‘a little’ love. Love is precise and definite, yet vague and oscillating. It’s constantly renewing, without ever altering its core. And I am no one to be talking about it. Just, love! Love your parents, your friends, your family! Love music, dance, love any of your hobbies! Love each other and love those who deserve to be loved! Love those who don’t deserve it, too! But, most importantly: love yourselves! And love will make you better people.

try saying "if you seek Amy" s-l-o-w-l-y. what do you hear?

i have to thank my bowl head fren, tian, for being such a script saver! hanging out with her again made me realised that i should have more weird frens. cant believe i'm actually saying this but her ideas, wackiness, creativity and insanity really inspired me, apart from entertaining me of course. as you all know, i get bored very easily. but with her around, there's always no lack of entertainment which is why i'm grateful for having a fren like her.

i dropped my omnia on the bus today and the virgin scratches have appeared to huant me. go away you ugly, annoying, nasty scratches! i knew i should have got a cover. dammmmmn!

hey people! yes i'm still alive! i've even changed a new blogskin and it's a paramore one too! been on hiatus for the past couple of months for a couple of reasons, mainly being too lazy to blog haha. promise that my updates will be quicker this time! maybe once a month! haha! xoxo