Thursday, August 27, 2009

♥ love had a thousand shapes.

before i loved you, love, nothing was my own:
i waverd through streets, among objects:
nothing mattered or had a name:
the world was made of air, which waited.

i knew rooms full of ashes,
tunnels where the moon lived,
rough warehouses that growled, "get lost"
questions that insisted in the sand.

everything was empty, dead, mute,
fallen, abandoned, and decayed:
inconceivably alien, it all

belonged to someone else, to no one:
till your beauty and your poetry
filled the autumn plentiful with gifts.

pablo neruda

images via we heart it.

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♥ tell me how you really feel!