It is regretful to say…as many have before me…I have squandered love. Held it too tight in the beginning and loosened my grip when I should have held on during the winds of change, in the end.
Sex is not love. Lust is not love. Kinship is not love. There is no better or for worse…for in love… that is always the case.
Love can lack in every department but one; the department of our honest souls. If in the fleeting glimpse of our life. The moments when health wanes. The days when the rain comes and stays for eternity…or at least a week. The slip of a tongue. The vacant glance of a stranger and the thoughtlessness of ‘it could be better’. Are all parts of myself in which I can only really allow one other to see.
Years spent with life and love as a concept like a timeshare in sunny climates…are perfect for love. For the trip back and forth may be filled with gale force winds and high climate drama…the road will still lead back to the ONLY ONE. The ONLY ONE with whom your soul has been embedded with all along.
My love has come along
My lonely days are over
And life is like a song
Oh yeah yeah
The skies above are blue
My heart was wrapped up in clover
The night I looked at you
I found a dream, that I could speak to
A dream that I can call my own
I found a thrill to press my cheek to
A thrill that I have never known
Oh yeah yeah
You smiled, you smiled
Oh and then the spell was cast
And here we are in heaven
for you are mine…