Mistaken Love

by Mister 47   Jun 29, 2009


Love is a feeling mistaken by all
Sometimes you don't get it at all

Sometimes you think you have it in hand
But then you find that you reached the end

Love is not a word, but a continuous daily work
And it is not being a selfish bastard and jerk

Love is sword with blades on both sides
If you won't be careful it sticks you inside

Love is a blessing in the true lovers hearts
He can draw your life pictures like fine art

But in the life of false lovers he is not so kind
It end by losing your heart or losing your mind

Take it from me my friend it is always better to love right
And be careful to who you chose in this life to be your light

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  • 15 years ago

    by Ingrid

    Dear Moucha,

    It has been some time since you last posted.
    I am glad to know you have found a worthy "light", he he. You so deserve it:)

    About your poem:

    As humans we tend to project our own charasteristics and intentions on others. The primery reason being that we cannot see qualities we do not posess ourselves.
    If and when we encounter a person who is out to decieve us, we can be blind to this until the very end. I never knew just what people are capable of, until I entered the virtual world. Because of its nature, it is the perfect playground for individuals with less noble intentions.

    I love your poem, it has some very deep and wise statements in it:)

    * tight hugs*

    5/5 Ingrid

    ps: Give my regards to your lady:)

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