As most of us really know, Love can be fleeting, but sometimes so intense, all thoughts and actions are focused on only the beloved. This can be too much, too much of a responsibility; in the end it only matters at that precise moment you are there...with them, right in the moment.
It is only when one becomes part of the world and not “of” it, that Love becomes too much, too complicated (it's all too hard) and the time has come for her wings to spread and fly. She hesitates because she wants him around because he is creative, funny, and different in bed but...still "my time as a slave is now gone forever."
She will never ever fall into slave mode again and serve those she despises, apart from her children, and she sees in her new Lover, some kind of dependency, a need to be cared for and loved...like a child? Is this a true perception or a habit of mind after years of slavery?
These questions have nothing to do with Love: And nothing to do with us.
When one heart aches and one’s gut hurts because you havn’t kissed them for months and the image of her face is the last one at night before sleep and a wonderment in the morning, that, perhaps, you might see them, at least...one more time. But as the day progresses, it does not happen, she is far away, (in soul and heart) never to return.
The Love slowly burns away, less bright until there's not an ember of light at all, only a cold darkness. Though as said, life is surely fleeting, the years falling away...
The sun falls behind the hills and it is night.
As always, you sit in your most comfortable chair, reading a beautiful book, the years have passed all too quickly, and her beautiful image returns, along with those heartfelt feelings of Pain and Love.
"Where is she?" he wonders.
"Is my Love happy or sad?"
"Does she still remember me?"
Love slowly Lost, never to return, though in memory,
She remains forever.
It is only when one becomes part of the world and not “of” it, that Love becomes too much, too complicated (it's all too hard) and the time has come for her wings to spread and fly. She hesitates because she wants him around because he is creative, funny, and different in bed but...still "my time as a slave is now gone forever."
She will never ever fall into slave mode again and serve those she despises, apart from her children, and she sees in her new Lover, some kind of dependency, a need to be cared for and loved...like a child? Is this a true perception or a habit of mind after years of slavery?
These questions have nothing to do with Love: And nothing to do with us.
When one heart aches and one’s gut hurts because you havn’t kissed them for months and the image of her face is the last one at night before sleep and a wonderment in the morning, that, perhaps, you might see them, at least...one more time. But as the day progresses, it does not happen, she is far away, (in soul and heart) never to return.
The Love slowly burns away, less bright until there's not an ember of light at all, only a cold darkness. Though as said, life is surely fleeting, the years falling away...
The sun falls behind the hills and it is night.
As always, you sit in your most comfortable chair, reading a beautiful book, the years have passed all too quickly, and her beautiful image returns, along with those heartfelt feelings of Pain and Love.
"Where is she?" he wonders.
"Is my Love happy or sad?"
"Does she still remember me?"
Love slowly Lost, never to return, though in memory,
She remains forever.
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