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I will come to you
Like the wave comes to the shore
I will come for you
Slow is my caress
Good morning, on July 7Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us - I can live only...
Lord Byron to Lady Caroline Lamb
“I care not who knows this, what use is made of it - it is to you and to you only, yourself. I was, and am yours, freely and entirely, to obey, to honour, love and fly with you, when, where, and how, yourself might and may determine.”
Until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses; but give me none in return, for they set my blood on fire
Napoleon Bonaparte (via enert)
When someone pursues you so far you have no choice but to give yourself to them, only to be rejected. Your heart? You lose it, and it takes a long time before you realize you never got it back. And it was left there too, in the wilderness, it takes even longer to find it than it did to realize it was lost. So long you were without it, that when you get it back, you hold on to it. You hold on for dear life.
But, hearts are meant to be held by others; to be cherished.
The biggest coward is a man who awakens a woman's lie with n intention of loving her
Bob Marley
Fires run through my body — the pain of loving you. Pain runs through my body with the fires of my love for you. Sickness wanders my body with my love for you. Pain like a boil about to burst with my love for you. Consumed by fire with my love for you. I remember what you said to me. I am thinking of your love for me. I am torn by your love for me. Pain and more pain. Where are you going with my love? I’m told you will go from here. I am told you will leave me here. My body is numb with grief. Remember what I’ve said, my love. Goodbye, my love, goodbye.
Anonymous Kwakiutl Indian Poem
The god of love lives in the state of need
Plato
Parting is all we need to know of hell.
Emily Dickinson
God writes the gospel not in the Bible alone, but on trees and flowers and clouds and stars.
Martin Luther (via theohpioneer)
The Elusiveness of Love
Just when I think I have found you, When I am filled with the possibility of you evade me
You've entered and become a part of my heart. You've planted your seed within its depths.
I long for you, For your potential.
What you could bring to my life, I mourn. Like the death of one I love most dear, you, Love, I fear I will never know again
I seek refuge in my God, but the memory of 'might haves" haunts me. I am broken before being made whole.
Your loss creates a suffering in my belly. Will I ever know you?
I have longed and I have searched. I have tasted of you, and will forever desire the feeling of you
Your presence; it is a void That I shall be forever afflicted with
You are mine only in dreams
The problem with most of us is that we would rather be ruined by praise than saved by criticism.
Norman Vincent Peale (via wellsaidblog)
I wish I was your favorite girl. I wish you'd never forget the look on my face the day we first met. I wish you had a favorite beauty spot that you loved secretly 'cause it was on a hidden bit that nobody else could see. Basically, I wish that you loved me.
I'm Ready
Oh! My God!
I hate feeling this way. Like I am lost. I know I am not.
I know what I want. I know what I don't want.
I don't want to meet someone at a bar. I don't want to meet those people under any pretense other than to be friendly. to say hello, to be kind and to be conversational? Fuck.
But, really, I do want to meet someone, and it doesn't matter where. I don't care where we meet. I don't give a shit. I just care that that someone be open hearted and patient and loving and ready. I'm ready. To know someone intimately. Not physically intimate, no, but intimate in the sense that two people know one another. They know each others faults, and likes, and vices, and buttons, and history, and hearts…
I just want to know someone deeply, I long to know. I long to be close, to have a best friend. To have someone to share and live life with. I want to love someone and be loved by them in return.
Why do I have to wait?!
I am impatient for him. I am impatient for his voice and soothing words, I am eager to speak to him, and to be held by him. I can't wait for his ' i love…i love…'
My Heart Knows What LOVE Is.
Last night I realized I don't trust you anymore. You broke it and it is too soon, to early, too close to the start of us that I am afraid we can't be fixed. What we were building is too fragile to survive this.
I feel my heart being shattered, and my lungs collapsing at the possibility of losing you - who would fill the space?
But, I can't breathe because I know what-could-have been, I could never have again. Not with you. That is what my heart knows; what my mind denies and what my lungs can't seem to comprehend.
You see, my heart knows she is strong. She knows what love is. She knows what love is supposed to be. She knows it is not perfect, but she knows that love, when it is true, when we don't pretend, that love love takes care of us. Love lifts us up.
My heart; she is ready for love. My mind and lungs are too, only, they sometimes turn blind eyes to her wisdom. You see see, my heart, she recognizes yours as one that is not. Your heart functions the way my mind and lungs do. It is not ready for the real kind of love; the true kind. The imperfect, perfect, messy, big, amazing, glorious, generous, peaceful, secure, strong, over-the-top, incomprehensible, unbelieveable LOVE.
Rambling – Knowing Me & You
*We are broken into fragments that must be discovered and uncovered and found out. We must be studied and learned, one fragmented bit at a time.*
Can you ever know another? Is it possible to know yourself? And will the discovery and uncovering of one’s fragments make them and object to be possessed by another? Can we ever really belong to one another? To anyone? To ourselves?
I’ve thought, for some time, that it is impossible to give yourself away without knowing yourself first. I believe it is important, in this life, to become one’s own.
So, I search and learn and discover. And challenge myself mentally, emotionally, physically, in order to determine what I am and am not capable of. People are constantly in a state of change, of growth. So, will working towards knowing myself lead to complete knowledge and possession of myself?
Will I always be running towards myself, never reaching my goal?
When I think about love and how you give yourself to another, I’m deeply puzzled. I just don’t think it is possible. How can I give myself to someone if I am never really my own?
If I have, in my possession, something that I treasure and hold dear and would never ever dream of parting with, would I give it to the object of my affection? I would. Because it was mine to give.
But would they care for it with equal fervor? Could they? If they had not kept it and polished it and molded it and shaped it completely? I’d hope so.
On that note, maybe they would have to steal it.
Now, if was never truly mine to give to begin with, who would a suitor ask for me?
From whom would they take it if it did not belong to me?
I can only think they’d ask God. Or prove themselves worthy of caring for and possessing His treasure. and if it is God’s to begin with, wont it always be? And wont the suitor be God’s also? Wont the he be of equal value and treasure to God? Yes. But then what would this person need to prove? Nothing? Everything? His devotion to God probably. His submission. The giving of himself to God who already owns him.
But we don’t always know where to find God. Or how to find God. Or hear Him. Does our journey through the noise prove our worthiness? I hope so.
I believe wholeheartedly that we all belong to God. And maybe, it is ourselves to whom we don’t belong. But our search for ourselves is intertwined with our search for Him. It is our act of worship. Perhaps it is how we can give ourselves to one another. It is the currency with which we trade one for another, me for you. With the promise that each will help the other learn and possess themselves fully, by allowing another to do so…how frightening, to trust another with one’s self!
God? Yes. Another? I’m not so sure…
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