No. 3.14

  Love like wine

  red against your tongue

  bitter/sweet, intoxicating

  and

  less godly than you might have hoped for.

  ~

  No. 3.141

  Love is patient, love is kind, love is wisdom, love is wine

  like water running down your skin at three in the morning

  staining sheets and paper

  wondering when the heat will/stop/die/cease/leave/

  It never does, until it

  does

  -------what needs doing

  accepts the hurt brewing

  deep in the heart and soul.

  ~

  No. 3.1415

  For my love, I love loveliness.

  This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.

  For myself, I love them.

  How lovely:

  Loving.

  ~

  No. 3.14159

  Allow this wretched truth a moment’s percolation:

  Guilt hangs more often than the guilty.

  ~

  No. 3.141592

  You were kinder than he deserved

  far softer than he wanted.

  And it is no fault of yours, that he so disparaged efforts made with love.

  I ask that you forgive nothing less than yourself for doubting

  whispered

  I love you’s

  and sweetly sung

  smiles.

  ~

  No. 3.1415926

  Creation is the ultimate mistake of God/Man.

  I need only kiss poison ivy once to confirm as much.

  How beauteous such foolishness - action and reaction.

  ~

  No. 3.14159265

  Winter is quiet

  Stainless

  Cold

  ~

  No. 3.141592653

  A girl falls from the sky.

  A boy falls in love.

  (Away from one another, they rejoice.)

  ~

  No. 3.1415926535

  This is our folly:

  Pride unto pride, greed unto greed - ego made manifest in shouted words and frightened tears.

  Ignorance disguised as righteous wrath.

  I would burn from us these ills, had I only the strength.

  ~

  No. 3.14159265359

  Gardens untended, hearts unfulfilled.

  They have much in common.

  Pruning is needed like sunshine and rain.

  Without Explanation:

  No. 3.141592

  No. 3.1415926535