When I feel that I possess you, I would not agree to exchange you with all those things I dream of and used to dream of. I remember Shakespeare’s words, “I scorn to exchange my state even with the kings” when I own you.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
THE OTHER SIDE
I feel once in a while that the tower of my creativity is collapsed, the ocean of my words have dried up. But, my love, my soul receives the light of words because you exist; because you stay beside me without thinking yourself as a victim in spite of the wounds I give you from time to time; because of your strong hands; because of your reliable shoulders, because you only make me say yes when I want to say no.
When I feel that I possess you, I would not agree to exchange you with all those things I dream of and used to dream of. I remember Shakespeare’s words, “I scorn to exchange my state even with the kings” when I own you.
When I feel that I possess you, I would not agree to exchange you with all those things I dream of and used to dream of. I remember Shakespeare’s words, “I scorn to exchange my state even with the kings” when I own you.
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