A Wondrous Dream
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Lest thou be but a wondrous dream
I shall dare to caress thy face
With humble and gentle awe
For desire doth often scheme
Its visions to repeatedly trace
That icy reason may soundly thaw.
And should thee be more than a vision
Pardon my bold gaze within thine eyes
For Life itself from them seems born.
And would thou take me with sure decision
Into the temple where thy beauty lies
May I by thy soul with love so myself adorn.
But should thee be but my mind's delusion
May I ever be lost in its mystic madness
That our love made brings forth a new earth
Where truth mimics this fine carnal illusion
And dispels reality's dull and sharp sadness
Leaving the dream of our bond fresh a new birth.
"You can't write a chord ugly enough to say what you want to say sometimes, so you have to rely on a giraffe filled with whip cream."--Frank Zappa
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This reminds me of "something I can never have" by NIN
"Don't seek these laws to understand. Only the mad can comprehend..." -- George Cosbuc
"You can't write a chord ugly enough to say what you want to say sometimes, so you have to rely on a giraffe filled with whip cream."--Frank Zappa
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I used to be a romantic in my late teens to early twenties. I found that it depressed me to no end, and it kept me from living life. I made a rational decision to reject all of those feelings. The only thing I held on to was music.
It still sneaks up on me once in a while, I remember what it was like to feel poetry through you. I remember the tears and the sleepless nights. I sometimes even miss that self absorbing pain that makes you feel oh so sorry for yourself. It's oddly soothing since everything else just fades in the background. Just you and the object of your obsession
Good 'ole days.
And to answer your question. In my case, I always had to work to get the idea of love to work. Once it rooted it followed the inevitable path. But I remember sitting up at night, prior to 'feeling' the love, discussing the whole thing with myself. And once I made a decision, everything else flowed naturally. Never lasted mind you, but it's sort of how it went. And what a high it is while you experience it.
Once I had children, however, I think I reflected all those feelings on them, rationalizing it was much easier since they're so innocent.
"Don't seek these laws to understand. Only the mad can comprehend..." -- George Cosbuc
-- I feel so much better since I stopped trying to believe.
"We are entitled to our own opinions. We're not entitled to our own facts"- Al Franken
"If death isn't sweet oblivion, I will be severely disappointed" - Ruth M.
Me too, some of my early poetry was about "why cant I find someone" or "Why was I dumped",
I look back at it now and it was nothing more of raging hormones and my own insecurities.
Having been through dating and marriage, I don't see myself writing a poem about love again. Been there done that. It wasn't bad, but it certainly didn't need to be conflated to epic proportions in my poetry.
It is nice to be loved. But I think "fireworks" are overrated.
Age is certainly a factor in getting over that.
The young are idealistic only to become realistic, or at least that's what many do.
Love isn't about hormones or utopias. Love is when you see a spouse or family member at their best and worst and still want to be with them.
I sometimes hear young co-workers talk about getting married or having babies, and I cringe. Think with your heads not your hormones.
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