July 29, 2011
Before the society came the civilization
When two were forbidden to love
But their bond was even greater
when their veins met at the palm of their hands.
Like the Virtruvian man
They were one
But their worlds touched different ends
A life round and easy
Another straight a direct
Love a man with wealth
The educated woman
Your a nobody
Your love has no future
But together they held hands
Ran away-saved
Although most romances end in tragedy
The only Tragedy was to disobey
Free like the mountains
Deep like the seas
Fruitful like the gardens
Steeper than the streets
Only they can define the feeling
They'll just assume
Be sad- To the unknown
Strength of love
The blood continues to pump from their hearts
Join with their hands through the passionate nights of love
Eventually fruiting to someone beautiful
Love. Not Tragedy. Love.
Isolation-For the making of one
Posted by Ana Castillo. Posted In : Blog
Media Studies Major at Queens College
Photographer, Writer and Enthusiast
The world is my my book,
I edit the pages.
