Some of the women I've loved...

Some of the women I've loved... [+ favourites]

Pictures of You - The Cure
I met her in complete darkness.. and a breeze in a distant light caught her hair moving in the wind. I approached her, and the blue hue of the ocean creates a landscape around her beauty. I kneeled down and stared at her from the darkness, watching her hair dance for me, mimicking the waves behind her. I fell in love, even if I'd never hear her voice...

"Hating everyone protects me from elitism."

Halcyon on and on - Orbital
I stood gazing at whiteness. Amidst this whiteness was a radiant light source eminating yellow. It was brighter than the sun yet i could stare at it, at the center of it, where two familiar sanctuaries calmed me. It came closer and closer, looking directly into my soul, warming me, holding me. Yellow hair, moving freely outwards from her visage, amplifying the intensity of the light... forcing me to stare at her eyes. Kissing her, being at one.

"Hating everyone protects me from elitism."

Something similar............she was a sophmore...first day at college. She was standing at the end of the corridor. Her hair...black as ebony, as though flirting with the wind....her eyes beautiful. For a moment everything went blank: there she was, only her and a halo surrounding her. It was like she was the most beautiful girl ever. She always makes my heart miss a beat....I never be myself when she is around. Just for her...................

"I am the Emperor of my world"

It could be all so simple..But you'd rather make it hard.
Loving you is like a battle, and we both end up with scars.
Tell me, who I have to be..
To gain some reciprocity.

See, no one loves you more than me.
And no one ever will.
Is this just a silly game?
That forces you to act this way.
Forces you to scream my name.
Then pretend, that you can't say..
Tell me who I have to be.
To gain some reciprocity.

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Real love is a personal value.
They aren't supposed to know.

"Milk, almonds and pistachios."

Is it a love for the woman or the looks?

"How can we be just in a world without mercy and merciful in a world without justice?"

Looks, Buddy. Loving the woman comes in time.

She was a year younger than me...sophmore and freshman...Long flaming orange hair, tiny lips, a quiet personality, not a talker... undoubtedly complete beauty at its feed...But time does not permit me gaze, for I must rejoin the rat race....She dissolved into a memory, an echo... I never spoke, never uttered my feelings to her...Simplicity is only the image- loving her is the complexity in it.

""As I sit before the fire, I wonder how many before myself have been burned.'"

I could relate to that sort of love in so many ways, Vortex. Damn.

"Milk, almonds and pistachios."

Pictures of you - The Cure
Standing on a hilltop I could hear nothing and see nothing. The cold air was silent, but full of motion, as if trying to pull me away. I stared upwards, at the bright shining sun, and it beckoned to me. And as I leaned back, not smiling, not frowning, my lips parted and I spread my arms wide like a bird, leaning back. I stared at the sun as I fell. The hilltop had to be climbed again, because we just couldn't hold it here any longer. The wind caught her, and now it has me.

It was all just a memory, I thought as i fell. Accepting the decision, but with sadness. Accepting that I was alone again, that such beautiful times were now a memory. Seeing the hilltop from my descent, becoming more and more distant. Just a memory flashed in my mind. Appearing. Eventually making me wonder if I was ever actually there.

But I was... because I remember falling.

"Hating everyone protects me from elitism."