"An Ode to My Love" · 5:43am Mar 12th, 2014
Our love is special.
...What? What do you want from me? I do not know what love is. I can not craft words as beautiful as a magi can craft spells. I can not decorate my dialogue like the pegasi can dot with the sky. I am I; nothing more or less. Poetry is not my blade. To articulate with me is to make things muddy and crass. I... I don't get love.
I don't even know if it is love.
I mean... I like 'em fine. They really... grind well to me. We can talk, argue, and whisper with one another and not wonder what everyone else thinks. I... Guess that's love; no? Jah... I do not know. I am not that smart... I am capable... But I am not that smart. I do not wish myself to be smart, though. My mind is not what makes me who I am. Yes... It is my eyes. My eyes that see all that is hard and workable.
That is with these eyes that I see them... Why I love them. Love can not be explained; yes? No... It can not. So... I say...
Our love is special.
Hmm... Oh what's this? Your tagged story... hmmm..
Beautiful man
. I can't say anything else.