Life poem.

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, 

And sorry I could not travel both 

And be one traveler, long I stood 

And looked down one as far as I could 

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair, 

And having perhaps the better claim, 

Because it was grassy and wanted wear; 

Though as for that the passing there 

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay 

In leaves no step had trodden black. 

Oh, I kept the first for another day! 

Yet knowing how way leads on to way, 

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh 

Somewhere ages and ages hence: 

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— 

I took the one less traveled by, 

And that has made all the difference.

-Robert Frost-

#favourite poem since im in school. :)

L.O.V.E poem.

drama sebabak~

I don’t love you

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz 

or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: 

I love you as certain dark things are loved, 

secretly, between the shadow and the soul. 

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries 

hidden within itself the light of those flowers, 

and thanks to your love, darkly in my body 

lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth. 

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, 

I love you simply, without problems or pride: 

I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving 

but this, in which there is no I or you, 

so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, 

so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

-Pablo Neruda-