"I possess nothing but my body; a man on his own, with nothing but his body, can't stop memories; they pass through him. I shouldn't complain: all I have ever wanted was to be free" -Antoine Roquentin, in Sartre's Nausea.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

First to you-

Every time I look into your eyes I feel
my heart pound like an earthquaked ground,
my stomach fills with butterflies,
a feeling for you that never dies.

You make me smile reasonless,
you make me feel speechless.

All I can say, all I can think
every time I look into those eyes of yours
is that I love you.
I don't know why, I can't help it,
I just do.

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