Polite disbelief radiated from him,
At the idea that I wasn’t as beautiful as he’d imagined.
“I’m ordinary”, I insisted.
But he would always see me as supernally beautiful.
Thus, I was incapable of loving him
In any way that wasn’t extraordinary.
“Let me be your lullaby, playing in your head this song every night.
Give me ten minutes, let me bare by soul…
I don’t wanna be alive if it doesn’t feel like this, right now…
I’m not afraid to die if you are by my side…”
Sometimes, despite distance, the intensity of our passion for another can be an emotion that eclipses all others. The sensations are familiar yet foreign, all senses heightened so that life before seemed black and white, and life with them, even for brief periods, is technicolour. Feeling like we’d die without that person, or that life would lose all real meaning without them, is so common, and often has a hurtful conclusion, and yet many of us willingly jump into the treacherous waters of love. Why is that?
Run fast, run quick,
Don’t just stand there
And get caught up in my wit.
Run far, run wide.
You don’t want to witness
All the emotions I hold inside.
Pull away, break us apart.
If you don’t tear free,
I might just steal your heart.
Actions speak louder than words.
If you love me…
Delve into my soul, wash ashore on the surface of my brain, explore my mind, examine my heart, and leave it all better than when you came.
A fellow blogger had a post in which he asked readers for our definition of “love”. Here was my response:
Love is an appreciation for who someone is, rather than what they can do for you or how they make you feel. Love is an emotion independent of selfishness.
What is your definition of love?