| I stand
with my back against the wall; agitated with the
illogical threat of loss. I search through my mind for ways to assist you; help you understand. Telling you I care and doing small things to ensure you of my love are not enough. How do I comfort you; bring peace to your mind, that I love you everyday. In general it is accepted that romantic love should be given to just one. Anyone that are loved over and above that; we are led to believe is wrong. Fine! If that is how others believe, but do not drag my vision down. I will love in the fashion I do, if it troubles you; I won’t tell you at all. Love is too precious to be dictated by those with limited understanding. How can you tell me what love should be, when you don’t know the fullness of it? Love is not just a feeling; it is that, but primarily it is a choice to care about someone. Are you saying that I have made the wrong choices; on what do you base that? What is right and wrong; I ask again as I have asked on many occasions? Love is perfect, no matter what you might think; only misunderstanding confuses. Love does not know wrong; if it is slightly wrong, it stops being love. Don’t confuse lust or perversion for love; in essence it is unalike. I love you and I love many others in a different way; none-the-less, I love them. I love them, male and female; I love them all. But there is no perversion in the love I have; I am a passionate being, I care. How can anybody ever view that as wrong? My heart is aching; sometimes aching the whole day long. I love but are not permitted to share that love, I must keep it hidden inside. It is sad that something so pure, must bring me so much agony. Why; because others are not comfortable with anyone loving others so deeply. Is it so weird or uncommon to be loved without a tangible reason? I wonder if that is the reason why Christ was rejected; people not trusting his love. I follow Him; therefore the love that I have to share is not much unlike His. How wrong is it then, if I love others like myself; and love God above all? |
| By : Thys Groesbeek |