was it a mistake?
for me to tell them?
it was, wasn’t it.
can i take it back?
no, it wasn’t.
She’s got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I’d hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
“These things—the beauty, the memory of our own past—are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself they turn into dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshippers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited.”
-The Weight Of Glory by C.S. Lewis
[Sehnsucht is a German word described as the "inconsolable longing" in the human heart for "we know not what."]
“How much of human life
is lost in waiting.”
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene II
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold, ’tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
-William Shakespeare
“Sodality” was a hit. I’m excited. I know this is just the beginning…
i’m lucky to say i have a best friend.
“it’s just You and me here now…”
Psalm 62:1-2
“Why are you looking for love
Why are you still searching as if I’m not enough..”
12:06 maureen;
what do you look forward to about love.
12:08 mumta
to love.. to love someone.. to make them feel good.. to make me feel good.. God is all ABOUT love.. and i have so much love in me that i just want to pour it all out on someone.. and i want to grow.. i want him to grow.. i want to grow together.. i want a new beginning.. another chapter of my life i can call “ours” and not just “mine”.. i want to have a family.. i want to argue and then come together and say sorry ..i want to live in love..
12:11 maureen;
that’s beautiful.
12:15 mumta
your turn.
12:15 maureen;
my answer is simple. the thing i look forward to most about love is sharing life with someone without reservation.
12:16 mumta
that’s beautiful.
[looking forward to an extended convo on this tmr night, mau]
what the deuce ?
