So far, I would say there isn't but if you find one let me know!Originally Posted by merrylegs
Sounds like the perfect bloke, if there is such an animal(although I think a few flaws does a lot for a person's character)
So far, I would say there isn't but if you find one let me know!Sounds like the perfect bloke, if there is such an animal
Niether will i, tried the trendiest of trendy jeans but still look like their brother
Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines
by Pablo Neruda
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write for example, 'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to a pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
Bet the spangly, strappy top looked good though...Niether will i, tried the trendiest of trendy jeans but still look like their brother
Welcome back Freckle...I was just reading a bit of Neruda in between my banter with Merry and I was trying to find one to post for you that hasn't been posted...it is quite tricky!
The perfect personSo far, I would say there isn't but if you find one let me know!
Does one exist
I have more flaws than a skyscraper
That is genius!!!
appreciated
the good is better contrasted
with a few flaws
Last edited by Hes; 25-01-2010 at 12:25 AM. Reason: to improve the haiku!
Nah, it's just me being daft, liked the Pablo poem from freckle, sad, but that's life's way sometimes.
thanks Hes and Merry...yep I think we have more of less exhausted Pablo Neruda! though DT is a fan so he might find another!
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