Saturday, August 21, 2010


In the best of times
Love is illogical.

We cannot rationalize
Our level of devotion
To its cause, continuation
Nor will we ever fathom
The terrors, hardships
We will undergo –
In aches and pains
In broken bones
In endless suffering
In death itself.
Schreibe ich eine gute Gedicht fur dich?


You've found your way inside my head and now there's no way out!