Battlefield

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing. Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away. When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I ...

Sitting on the ground, watching the autumn leaves fall around her, she can't help but feel like Alice in Wonderland. Her blue dress sparkled from the rays of the sun, her hair glowing in curls around her face... She laid back on the ground, closing her eyes. The feel of his lips, the touch of his hands, the warmth of his presence. His face of an angel. Her eyes snapped open, with that empty feeling in her stomach. Oh, how she misses him dearly,... Oh, how she thinks of him in most unexpected times. His presence could never leave her. Every moment that passed by, she could feel her hands slipping from every memory cherished. Every adoring word that escaped from his lips, Every genuine smile that was always saved just for her. Her hands grow cold to the thought of letting him go, and to the thought of someone else hands replacing hers. Oh, how he expects her to carry on...what a selfish request... She slowly sits up and removes the leaves attached to her hair. Gently, she picks up on...

Oh must have been wrong, under the lights since the crack of dawn. I've been up and around, since 3 am, since Saturday afternoon.. But easy, easy when you kiss me, Easy ain't sleazy. So easy when you kiss me.