how ironic
when someone
loves you, but
they can't.
how sad
when you
love someone, but
you can't.
within reach
but not.
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11 comments:
Sad. I referred you to a good blog buddy of mine. I hope she stops by. She was looking for blogs with inspirational writing. It was only natural that I thought of yours first...
The death of a love almost seems easier to take. The living death of love is difficult. It has been on my mind lately.
A recent event, an odd remembrance, or what brings you to this place? I hope it passes, or that it was a mild case. Maybe and better, it is something you can smile about now? Otherwise... Doldrums... Nasty...
Be well.
Mark - how sweet of you. Thanks!
Doom - no doldrums, dear man. It's just when there is love but circumstances do not make it right.
Any love should gladden our hearts......and cause the amount that we can love to grow larger, not smaller. Love causes us to grow, not wither. At least so it seems to me.
Yes, how sad. That's why we have the term unrequited, which I've never heard applied to anything but love.
Winston
http://nobodyasked.com
Larry - again, I like the way you think.
Winston - when we want something we can't have...
Although, Jean and Winston, what would romance and poetry be without unrequited love? It certainly, if understood and functioned properly, leads to maturity. And, perhaps, the notion that love is a many splendored thing, to be known and shared chastely even when it cannot be known carnally. Or is that just me?
*it still bites* *laughs*
Hmmm, "requited love," now there's a concept. One of these days...
Merry Christmas, Jean, and all. See you next year. I'm keeping you in mind, Jean, and in prayers, while away.
We have all done it. We love again anyway.
Like having sex again after the pain of childbirth, some pains just get forgotten.
Yay!
Still looking for love again!
I sure am glad I read back a bit here....
This one I understand, like I wrote it myself. Not just a little...
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