| Strategic Love Poem | ||||||||||||
| Love... It's like those strategy war games you play. First you find out what your heart delights. You discover your mission and gather supplies. Then pick your target, or wait for them to pick you. You study your enemy and decide who should move. You can choose an ally, or go it alone. Then agree on a place to be the war zone. You must learn the enemy inside and out. Predict thoughts and movements with no trace of doubt. You should know what to say to them And you must know how, why and when. Then make your move, attack, overpower, aim... That is how you win this game. Go ahead, put your games to good use. But loosing may make one desire the noose. In the great End, there is nothing to win, For love is a journy that starts from within. |
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| Get Back to Where You Once Belonged | ||||||||||||
| Don't forget to comment in the guest book. I wanna know what you think. This is the end of the poetry section. There may or may not be more. Cheers! ~J | ||||||||||||