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There is
but one thing associated with “sweet-sorrow” and that is
love. We care without want; become jealous without reason. Like a forest fire that is out of control; love engulfs all from a mere spark. What an uncontainable sentiment love is; once it has been permitted to ignite? Often love is portrait as a romantic thing only. But; more often love is the source of agony and heartache. Then when you opt to remove yourself from the situation; it clings to you with might. You dread to feel, care or even respond to the object of your affection. I long for the moment when I will be able to control how I feel again. I wish to have control of who I adore. But; why oh why does my heart ignore the better judgment of my mind? What is its goal when victory is so clearly out of hand? As long as I was the only one longing for her affection, it was okay. It was easier then to deal with the hunger for a fruit, poisonous to the harmony. That is no longer the case; for I am not alone in recognizing this gemstone. She attracts living things to one central point; just like a light outside at night. I could chase after her light for all of my life should she permit it. However; the anticipation of her affection is killing me softly from within. My essence can not tolerate the exertion and it will ultimately seal my fate. Please tell me; how am I to stop wanting her? I would have cut out my heart if it alone was to blame. I could have extracted my eye if it was just about what I see. No… this thing I have within me is much deeper than that. I estimate it is rooted deep within my soul; an irremovable thing. Please release me from the agony of yearn. Be fair by being unapproachable for me. Allow me no closer than what is needed, but let me know of your intent. Failing that; come closer and allow me to embrace the love I have within. Be mine; even if it is only partially but do not toil with my heart. Make it real or make it completely nothing at all. The in between condition of our relation is too little to live on; too much to dismiss. Love with action or indifference is the only two options we have. |
| By : Thys Groesbeek |