Riddles

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The riddle called love.

Submitted: December 16, 2006

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Life, they say, is full of tiny riddles.
They are the stones which pave the pathway
to success.
They are the hurdles, the obstacles,
the losses, the gains.
They are the confusing sensations,
brought on by the pain.
Tiny riddles we must understand,
or our lives we live in vain.
In them lies wisdom.
Decipher them to find hope.
RIDDLES.
The most complicating of them all,
is the rddle of love.
In it you'll find answers,
that are themselves but harder questions.
Sensations of pain.
Some live their entire lives, and never realize ,
the riddles exist.
They exist in a world of flesh,
and i see nothing more meaningless.
RIDDLES.
I am thankful, to the one,
who has breathed, refreshing breath,
into my polluted lungs.
For she is that answer, I could never understand.
Shes given me wisdom,
and freedom,
with the softest touch of her hand.
Shes the reason I stand,
before this world,
No longer a broken man. 
 


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