What I want
After months of desiring affection it is finally reciprocated
And for today, for once, for all, I have realized that perhaps
one can love the one who loves the loving one: that love can
be reciprocal.
And despite the fact that he is still on your mind
And the fact that this pushes me away
I find myself drawn only closer, for now All of your love
may be too much for me to handle: but it is still what I want.
For only then can I begin to see, if I become the one as you are to me,
if we are meant to be together forever. But we can never know forever
for Rilke so rightly says, as you said to me, live the questions now
and you will live your way into the answers. If it is forever, and this is
what I want now, at least, I will have found what I think I have found,
that I can never give up on, a love, the love that lasts forever, my dream.
I wish I could make love into an everlasting adoration for one person only,
but I'm forced into believing we have many loves in our life. I'd like to give
more to love than this, for love is the only reason we live, it is a return to
where we began, where we came from, and to where we will go. Something that,
it is rightly said, outlives death. But how can it outlive death if we have many loves? Only the one lives with us after death, and how can we determine who the one is if we have many loves. One life, one love, one death, and love continues: it denies the fact that its holder has died and does not die with it: it lives on
and becomes stronger as it solidifies in the spirit of the world.
Maybe my dream is a reality, and my dream then, would never have been a dream at all.
It would have been a hope that was always already pointless, based out of the fear of its opposite, love's death, which was never really a worry at all. Love lives on or love dies? It depends on whether or not you make/meet your one and only. And when can we determine this: only at death, right? Just live the questions, right? In that moment, the glance of the eye, the answer will shine forth. Or not? Hope and Fear. Anxiety. Or eagerness?
And for today, for once, for all, I have realized that perhaps
one can love the one who loves the loving one: that love can
be reciprocal.
And despite the fact that he is still on your mind
And the fact that this pushes me away
I find myself drawn only closer, for now All of your love
may be too much for me to handle: but it is still what I want.
For only then can I begin to see, if I become the one as you are to me,
if we are meant to be together forever. But we can never know forever
for Rilke so rightly says, as you said to me, live the questions now
and you will live your way into the answers. If it is forever, and this is
what I want now, at least, I will have found what I think I have found,
that I can never give up on, a love, the love that lasts forever, my dream.
I wish I could make love into an everlasting adoration for one person only,
but I'm forced into believing we have many loves in our life. I'd like to give
more to love than this, for love is the only reason we live, it is a return to
where we began, where we came from, and to where we will go. Something that,
it is rightly said, outlives death. But how can it outlive death if we have many loves? Only the one lives with us after death, and how can we determine who the one is if we have many loves. One life, one love, one death, and love continues: it denies the fact that its holder has died and does not die with it: it lives on
and becomes stronger as it solidifies in the spirit of the world.
Maybe my dream is a reality, and my dream then, would never have been a dream at all.
It would have been a hope that was always already pointless, based out of the fear of its opposite, love's death, which was never really a worry at all. Love lives on or love dies? It depends on whether or not you make/meet your one and only. And when can we determine this: only at death, right? Just live the questions, right? In that moment, the glance of the eye, the answer will shine forth. Or not? Hope and Fear. Anxiety. Or eagerness?
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