[frankydon]

Cupid blindness


Making and keeping friends is good business; but making and keeping true love is good fortune. Good business and good fortune sanctifies the human soul with robustness.
When the dark, fragmented nimbus moves in ferocious unity with the dynamite of destruction, only the twin wings of a love-bird can survive the arson with a consonant wobble.

Twin wings; wobbling and wagging; showing the twin Couple Of Light Over Visible Emotions "(LOVE) and the distant soar over any barrier to blissfulness; unimaginably athletic as the prowess of nature.

The muscles of love become frenetic when the reflexes of wisdom and folly; strength and weakness; wealth and penury; the beauty and the beast; success and failure; health and sickness; daringly blend together in matchless grace until the cold arms of demise separate the mysterious togetherness.

The storms of love is found in the winks and freeze of the gorgeous eyeball; just one blink; affliction of emotion is sure to unsettle the life wire of the human pumping valves; the mighty have all fallen! If the heart were overlaid with the tarmac of truthful catharsis, the whole vessel would fly into the euphoria of levitation; rotating infinitely in the umbrage of dumbness.

The calligraphy of love transforms into a paragon of virtue, completely lost in the realm of immaculate nirvana: pure as honey from the honey comb; fresh as apples from the apple tree; merciful as colours from the rainbow with pictures more expressive than a thousand words; gleeful as water from streams of living waters; free as birds in the sky – in defiance of the boundaries of tribal and ethnic might; races; ages; classes and status; constant as dusk till dawn; patient as the needle on a tapestry; meek as a lamb, good as the snuggle of breath and kind as a timely favour; temperate as the laws of nature and faithful as a lily from the mud.

Nothing can be compared with the unmerited panther-like grace called Love. It can be sometimes mysterious how the arrow of love heals. Its sword conceals; and the swipe awakens. Its stripe beautifies; and the bullet saves. The wisdom of love lies in folly while its folly lies in wisdom.

Finding yourself in the love of God will always be detectable and wearing its hot cloak snug and cascades your entire being as if sniffing your life away. All you need to do is; open the celestial orifice of your heart; you'll find yourself basking in the euphoria of supreme blessedness.

© June 6th, 2005
Francis O. Imumbhon

[Clough]

Hi, frankydon!

Why would you think this would be appropriate for Crafts, please?

To me, it would seem to be more appropriate for the Writing forum topic area.

Thanks!

[frankydon]

thanks clough,people like u are such a fun to know.
I really need to be posting my aticles,quotes,poems and much more stuffs.Thanks for ur comment.
Have a great day.

[Clough]

Hi again, frankydon!

What are some of the subjects that you write about, please?

Thanks!