bottled up thoughts in maroon and yellow

My foolish thoughts… Today, I was checking the e-mails that had accumulated in my account for a number of days. Definitely more then half of them had the word love in them. Why? I don’t know, I guess I the word L-O-V-E relates to everybody around the world. Unlike cheese or ice-cream or something like that. (Don’t blame me, I’m hungry) Some people just hate them. And when you see the word love, soon after, that word, G-O-D comes next. Strangely I’ve never noticed this before. Some of these e-mails contain poems that rhyme nicely, have love or God all over them but none actually seem to in my opinion, interpret right the meaning of these words. Love, God and even fuck are words some can say everyday, without understanding the true meaning of it. I myself use them all, so frequently, and right now I feel pretty foolish. Everybody’s using them, it’s acceptable in society today but hey even if it’s a common thing it doesn’t mean that we’re not speaking without thinking. Below is an example… of a poem that doesn’t exactly hit the meaning of love right on (and I’ve put that very nicely) got it from one of my e-mails. Some say love, it is a river That drowns the tender reed (drowned? You sure it was love?)Some say love, it is a razor That leaves your soul to bleed (bleed?) Some say love, it is a hunger An endless aching need (aching?)I say love, it is a flower And you its only seed (well this is the sweetest part of the poem)