I am nothing, if not Intensity in person. And I’m bored now.

Do I fall in love out of boredom? Do I feel things because they’re plain entertainment? Alright, you were right then.

If love were a poem, I’d be an ode to your being.

If love were a song, I’d be a serenade to you.

If love were a painting, I’d be a blind artist.

If love were a banquet, I’d be a casuality of gluttony.

If love were a bottle of vinegar, I’d be pickled in it.

If love were haute cuisine, I’d be tender meat stewed in its juices.

If my love were a letter, it would be silent.

If my love were a word, it would be misspelt.

If my love were a sentence, it would be self-referential.

If my love were a question, it would be rhetorical.

If my love were a language, it would be Braille.

If love were a disease, it would be my the cancer in my cells.

If love were only enough, I’d be the answer to all the world’s questions.

I only wish it had been a shot of cyanide. I’d have been dead with a smile on my lips. But there is life. There is also an empty glass in my hands. I’m waiting.

5 thoughts on “My love is the thorn on the red, red rose”
  1. “If my love were a language, it would be Braille.”
    wow!

    I love Ideasmithy’s avatar as well 🙂

  2. impressive. But Love need not be so complicated always lady. And love is always unpredictable…. So for all you know, it might turn out to be none of those…

  3. “If love were only enough, I’d be the answer to all the world’s questions”….Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant. I wonder how you manage to express yourself so well. Ever considered writing a book? Please do. Would love to add your writings to my collection =)

  4. @ Another Woman: Thengyu!

    @ Sreejith: That’s flattering. Really.

    @ ‘nonnymous: Hmm…need not be, but we make it so, don’t we?

    @ Mehrin: Thank you very much! I’d love to some day…just haven’t mustered up enough of confidence and ideas as yet.

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