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You being real and all

December 24, 2010
By TheLittleString BRONZE, London, Other
TheLittleString BRONZE, London, Other
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You being real and all,
It seems stupid,
No - impossible to convey,
In such meaningful patterns,
That is this,
All that can be managed,
Is a measly glance,
At this wondrous feeling,
That is that,
You are awfully alive,
Terribly problematic,
And utterly inconceivable.



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on Jan. 10 2011 at 10:49 am
TheLittleString BRONZE, London, Other
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It is written about the feeling I got when I met someone/ go to know somebody for the first time. I think something romantic could be implied, but really its just a comment on how it is impossible to convey an entire person, or this entire person, in words. :) 

on Jan. 9 2011 at 8:38 pm
BeTwEenDrEaMiNGaNdCoMiNGTrUE PLATINUM, Howell, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;If I speak in the tongues of angels, but have not love, I&#039;m only a resounding noise , If I have the gift of knowledge, And if my faith moves mountains high, But have not love I am nothing&hellip; Though I know the One, Who holds the stars in the heavens, In the palm of His hand, If I give all I possess , To the poor and the helpless, I&#039;ll still gain nothing, Without love&hellip; Love&#039;s patient, True love is always kind, Love does not envy, Never brags, it&#039;s never proud, Slow to wrath, it keeps no records of wrongs against friends, Love forgives&hellip; It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.&rdquo; (1 Corinthians 13:1-5,7)<br /> &ldquo;If the world hates you, remember that it hated Me first. If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you.&rdquo; John 15:18-19<br /> &quot;The world is not respectable; it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded forever; but it is shot through with beauty, with love, with glints of courage and laughter; and in these the spirit blooms...&quot; ~ George Santayana

I'm really rather curious as to what this is about... what thoughts were going through you're  mind when you wrote it? and is it written to somebody? It's amazing and raises a lot of questions... I love it :)