Contradiction and Reflection
Nothing can compare to love there is no way to word the thing the love although poetry comes close. A rose has thorns and colors and smells while a violet has odors' and eye sniff a perfume a smell not unkind but hard to describe like unto a mothers love like unto a poets pencil working to make the message seem like love to seem like the only thing the most obvious thing without false hope. Every song that calls itself a love song sings of some strange sickness some sort of illness as the words make a melody and everybody listens as the crooner sings this a bit off key ___---"eye could not get to sleep at all last night"---___ and the electric organ and the guitar man make everything sound all right again. Love can make me sick can make me hurt can make me yearn but that's okay that is the way of love. When she says yes is when it makes me strong and the sickness is at rest and the love has won. Ewe aer a violet rose no thorn in me.
