Wednesday, May 20, 2009

All I Want Is To Love You...

This post today is for just one person. If you wonder if you might be that person, you're not.

It breaks my heart to see you so forlorn, to hear the anguish in your voice and to watch the tears fall from your eyes. How cruel it is to find love after so long but to have it stay just out of reach, something you can brush with your fingertips but never grab hold of.
   We want love to be selfless and merciful, but love can be callous and indifferent. It takes you by the heart and steers you places you cannot go, but cannot avoid. The heart wants what it wants, and we have no choice but to follow it.

The pain will ease, the heartache will pass, and the clouds will break letting the sun in again. But it's going to take time. I love you.

Here are some words from Alfred, Lord Tennyson, I hope they give you some comfort.

In Memoriam
I held it truth, with him who sings
    To one clear harp in divers tones,
    That men may rise on stepping-stones
Of their dead selves to higher things.

But who shall so forecast the years
    And find in loss a gain to match?
    Or reach a hand thro' time to catch
The far-off interest of tears?

Let Love clasp Grief lest both be drown'd,
    Let darkness keep her raven gloss:
    Ah, sweeter to be drunk with loss,
To dance with death, to beat the ground,

Than that the victor Hours should scorn
    The long result of love, and boast,
    "Behold the man that loved and lost,
But all he was is overworn."
...

I envy not in any moods
    The captive void of noble rage,
    The linnet born within the cage,
That never knew the summer woods:

I envy not the beast that takes
    His license in the field of time,
    Unfetter'd by the sense of crime,
To whom a conscience never wakes;

Nor, what may count itself as blest,
    The heart that never plighted troth
    But stagnates in the weeds of sloth;
Nor any want-begotten rest.

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
    I feel it, when I sorrow most;
    'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

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