Issue #54


Seeing the Forest Through Rose-Colored Glasses

When I met you, my heart skipped a stone and killed two birds of one feather.
I’m in over my heels, I have butterflies on the brain! Must be love in my stomach.

I know what you’re thinking: why buy the cow when you can get your goat for free?
But as it turns out, you can have your cake and bite your tongue too.

Look at us – happier than a clam in a candy shop.
Two kids in a pod. Two bugs in a snug. Two black-eyed peas in a rug.

But alas, the course of true love never did run away with the spoon.
Life’s not all guns and roses, after all.

Mother always told me that there’s no use crying over fish in the sea,
that a bird in the hand is better than two gift horses in the mouth.

Still, I find myself stuck between the devil and the details.
Is it better to love them and leave them than to never lose at all?

They say that if you love someone, set them on fire.
It's all sizzle and no steak in the matter.

They say that if you love someone, set them straight.
A friend of yours is a friend in need.

They say that if you love someone, set the table.
You can’t make an omelet without breaking a few hearts.

Sure, we’ve had our fair share of pins and needles,
but in the end, it’s all spilt milk under the bridge.

Your love is a wonderland, your body is a battlefield,
and all’s well that ends in love and war.


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