gr. Its so hard to focu on the damn black words. The white is overpowering them! ::Slaps one self::
Ow. Okay. All better. I needed a good mental slap in the face. ^ ^
This was coll.Touching. You are a mad good poet and you sure as hellknow it, Ha, me too, I definatly love reading your **. Heh, that couldnt have sounded worse if I tried. Ah! I. cant. stop. with. the. words! They just keep coming! You are going to have a mad long reveiw, yay you. boo my damn fingers. ;)



-Twilight Wolf

amazing poem. I translated it! lurve ya girl

xGrund zu glauben Darzustellen ist hart, aus, was mein Herz so schlagen ließ, aber, als ich herausfand, es Sie war, daß so gebildet mich Ich könnte nicht überhaupt erklären, was ich bis Sie besagt jene drei kleinen Wörter glaubte, wo mein Leben für das bessere änderte, mich lassend, um komplett zu fühlen und am Frieden Ich fürchtete fast, daß ich glauben würde, daß sonderbar, daß ich weg von Ihnen meiden würde, die vielen Zeiten mögen Sie, die ich andere gemieden habe, als sie mir die gleiche Sache erklärten Sie sagten Darzustellen war hart, aus, was mein Herz so schlagen ließ, aber, als ich herausfand, es Sie war, daß so gebildet mich Ein weiches Gefühl läßt Überschuß kommen ich, den ich einem und am Frieden keine mehr Sorge kein mehr Interesse glaube Sie mein Herz irgendwie genommen und gebildet einen Platz für mich alle Furcht vor Sie die ganze Weile verletzen wegtreibend, die mich schützt

Ahh... I'm not really the sentimental type, but man is love in the air or what? Nice poem. It really shows all of what you think about falling in love and how sweet and innocent the falling part is. Now I don't know much about love, but I will tell you one thing, I bet the falling part is a lot easier and a lot more elating than being in love or being in a relationship, but you probably already knew that. Anyway, I believe this poem in that the instant that that anonymous crush comes to you or you come up to them and one of you says those blessed three words, I'm sure it feels like heaven for a while, with all the heart pounding and hormones (testosterone and estrogen) ready to pounce on one another in an embrace of total abandon of the surroundings. At the momment, that is really all you need to hear, that you really are loved by someone other than the people you call your family. Keep up your lovely poetry.

I hope those three words weren't "I love you" because a girl said that to me plenty of times before and I was foolish enough to believe her, ha ha. But that's just me being a bitter old lady. This is good. This is really good even though I thought romantic was marrying my friend so she'd make me coffee every morning. It ended like this:
Me: Hey, person. I'll marry you if you make my coffee every morning.
Wife: I thought we were married. **!
Me: We were?!!
Wife: I'm divorcing you.
Unfortunate, true, and totally worthy of its own soap opera. But yes. As I was saying, this is maybe one of your best poems. But it's incomplete. I'll let you figure that one out.