A dear friend of mine told me not long ago that you only know you’re in love when you start to get Jealous for the sake of the one you love. When you want to have them all to yourself and not have to share them with others. There can be various opinions on this thought, some people may call it being insecure and immature while some may be able to relate to the idea and the thought it provokes. I must clarify that these were not his exact words and I may very well be misrepresenting his thoughts or what he really meant in that context. However, the point is not to find out what he might have actually meant or to dissect his thoughts and come to a judgement about him, but rather to take that thought and deal with its nuances. Let me start off by admitting that in some way, I could relate to what he told me as I have experienced it myself. I have been jealous when a close friend hangs out with someone else and ...
Deep inside the forest not known to many folks I ventured looking for the dame in countless rumors I heard overseas where I belonged Beauty incomparable to Helen of Argus Whose face launched a thousand ships, Whose smile brought great heroes and demigods to their knees. I helplessly attempted and failed To comprehend the beauty that is rumored to bring Helen of Troy to chagrin. Poetries and songs about her beauty Overflowed the great nations of the east and of the west Like a reckless flood devouring all in its path, Like a never-ending rain that had the world under its terrors. Her eyes rumored to put the greatest of minds in peril, Her hair flowing down her waist like an endless stream of honey covered in scarlet blood, Her voice, rumored to have rested the weary and tired souls from the battle of Cannae, putting them in an endless dream they would never wake up from. I have travelled the world twice and seen everythin...