All I ask of a Woman
Both blessed and cursed
Without a shadow of doubt I am, in a number of ways, a very fortunate man being both blessed and cursed, for I have twice experienced an emotion, call it a rush for want of a better word, that goes well beyond even that wonderful, carefree, walking on air, breathless, the future is bright, together we can do anything feeling which comes from being in love. It was an emotional response that came from being connected with another soul on all three levels, physical, emotional and spiritual.
A most powerful emotion, its raw strength and sheer intensity tore the very fabric of my self understanding when the love affair came to an end. Though even now, when I close my eyes and recall memories of that first moment when physical touch consummated the bond, I can feel again the rush, it goes through me like a bolt of electricity.
Yes the "High" was an extraordinary experience, but the low that followed the death of the affair was equally so, being both powerful and devastating. I came away from both relationships bruised in heart, broken in spirit and battered in soul.
I honestly never expected to ever feel such emotion again. Indeed it was a less intense experience the second time I found a lover, who possessed the ability to reach out and touch my heart and soul. Perhaps that was because the connection was a one sided unrequited love. The end result was the that I could not remain in her life as a friend, there was just too much raw emotion. Even though that was my decision, the loss of her friendship was a turn of events which further saddened me.
As I said earlier I have been both blessed and cursed, for deep within my heart I still carry a torch for two very special ladies. It may very well be that on my journey through this life I crossed the paths of my Soulmates and our lives touched for a brief period in time. I believe it to be so, how else can one explain a love which, in one particular case is, still as strong as it was 37 years ago.
Fanciful?
Perhaps.
Though from my perspective I think not, for I am a romantic at heart
(yes I know, kinda doesn't flow with the image lol) though you, dear reader, may very well decide otherwise...
A most powerful emotion, its raw strength and sheer intensity tore the very fabric of my self understanding when the love affair came to an end. Though even now, when I close my eyes and recall memories of that first moment when physical touch consummated the bond, I can feel again the rush, it goes through me like a bolt of electricity.
Yes the "High" was an extraordinary experience, but the low that followed the death of the affair was equally so, being both powerful and devastating. I came away from both relationships bruised in heart, broken in spirit and battered in soul.
I honestly never expected to ever feel such emotion again. Indeed it was a less intense experience the second time I found a lover, who possessed the ability to reach out and touch my heart and soul. Perhaps that was because the connection was a one sided unrequited love. The end result was the that I could not remain in her life as a friend, there was just too much raw emotion. Even though that was my decision, the loss of her friendship was a turn of events which further saddened me.
As I said earlier I have been both blessed and cursed, for deep within my heart I still carry a torch for two very special ladies. It may very well be that on my journey through this life I crossed the paths of my Soulmates and our lives touched for a brief period in time. I believe it to be so, how else can one explain a love which, in one particular case is, still as strong as it was 37 years ago.
Fanciful?
Perhaps.
Though from my perspective I think not, for I am a romantic at heart
(yes I know, kinda doesn't flow with the image lol) though you, dear reader, may very well decide otherwise...
All I ask of a woman is that she feel gently towards me
when my heart feels kindly towards her.
And there shall be the soft soft tremor as of unheard bells between us.
It is all I ask.
I am so tired of violent women lashing out and insisting on being loved.
When there is no love within them.
It is all I ask.
by Anon
when my heart feels kindly towards her.
And there shall be the soft soft tremor as of unheard bells between us.
It is all I ask.
I am so tired of violent women lashing out and insisting on being loved.
When there is no love within them.
It is all I ask.
by Anon
And the day came
When the risk it took to remain tight and closed in the bud
Was more painful than the risk it took bloom
This is the element of freedom
- Alicia Keys
When the risk it took to remain tight and closed in the bud
Was more painful than the risk it took bloom
This is the element of freedom
- Alicia Keys
FRIENDS can turn into LOVERS, but..once the affair is over, LOVERS can rarely, if ever, be FRIENDS..
by BJS
I gave you my Heart to have and to hold,
wanting nothing more than with you to grow old.
My Heart, with disdain, you shattered in two,
returning the pieces,
minus a few.
So cold,
so callous
from me you withdrew
Devoid of emotion.
A love wasted on you.
THE QUESTION I HAVE ALWAYS WONDERED ABOUT
I have often wondered why, after a relationship has ended, we continue to remain in love with the very one who has broken our heart and shattered our dreams...
Is it because we are not ready to let them go, even though they no longer want to be part of our life?
Is it part of the separation process, a form of grieving?
There seems to be no end to the memories that flood the mind, the acute sense of loss, the devastating pain, the tears that are never-ending.
I seek an answer to this question, though I understand that in all probability there is no answer.
Whilst I have twice experienced love in its highest form, on both occasions when I gave my heart
into the hands of a lover, they broke it in two and handed back to me on a platter.
The first time I understood the reasons and that knowledge helped to ease the pain of the loss of a woman I still believe to have been my Soulmate.
I have never stopped loving her, even though it is almost a lifetime since our love was in full bloom.
I will carry a torch for her to the grave, such was the strength and depth of the love that we shared.
The second time was so different, for it was not a love shared. It was a case of unrequited love...
A one sided love affair.
She asked for honesty and sought knowledge of my feelings for her.
When I responded with words of love, she simply turned and walked away,
distancing herself from me. Leaving only a sense of loss, heartache and tears.
She cast me aside, with a level of callousness that still stuns me.
Cold, emotionless she walked from my life with not a care in the world.
She heard nothing I said.
Saw nothing in the words I wrote.
All she left behind was a broken heart and a man struggling to come to an understanding of why it went so wrong..
I miss her terribly, for she still walks the corridors of my mind and haunts my dreams.
Yes I still love her, even though she ripped my world asunder and cast me aside so easily.
Such is the price of love.
Yes, I have often asked the question...
wanting nothing more than with you to grow old.
My Heart, with disdain, you shattered in two,
returning the pieces,
minus a few.
So cold,
so callous
from me you withdrew
Devoid of emotion.
A love wasted on you.
THE QUESTION I HAVE ALWAYS WONDERED ABOUT
I have often wondered why, after a relationship has ended, we continue to remain in love with the very one who has broken our heart and shattered our dreams...
Is it because we are not ready to let them go, even though they no longer want to be part of our life?
Is it part of the separation process, a form of grieving?
There seems to be no end to the memories that flood the mind, the acute sense of loss, the devastating pain, the tears that are never-ending.
I seek an answer to this question, though I understand that in all probability there is no answer.
Whilst I have twice experienced love in its highest form, on both occasions when I gave my heart
into the hands of a lover, they broke it in two and handed back to me on a platter.
The first time I understood the reasons and that knowledge helped to ease the pain of the loss of a woman I still believe to have been my Soulmate.
I have never stopped loving her, even though it is almost a lifetime since our love was in full bloom.
I will carry a torch for her to the grave, such was the strength and depth of the love that we shared.
The second time was so different, for it was not a love shared. It was a case of unrequited love...
A one sided love affair.
She asked for honesty and sought knowledge of my feelings for her.
When I responded with words of love, she simply turned and walked away,
distancing herself from me. Leaving only a sense of loss, heartache and tears.
She cast me aside, with a level of callousness that still stuns me.
Cold, emotionless she walked from my life with not a care in the world.
She heard nothing I said.
Saw nothing in the words I wrote.
All she left behind was a broken heart and a man struggling to come to an understanding of why it went so wrong..
I miss her terribly, for she still walks the corridors of my mind and haunts my dreams.
Yes I still love her, even though she ripped my world asunder and cast me aside so easily.
Such is the price of love.
Yes, I have often asked the question...
The Prophet ~ on Love
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
Good feeling;
Liking someone so much that you think its love.
Bad feeling:
Realizing how much time you wasted on something that will never happen.
and someone who will never love you.
by Anon
Liking someone so much that you think its love.
Bad feeling:
Realizing how much time you wasted on something that will never happen.
and someone who will never love you.
by Anon
Torn and Discarded
Torn, discarded. Valueless to she whom he loved.
Battered and bruised. Encrusted in layers of pain.
Yet alive with fragile beauty.
Sensitive, vulnerable. Crying out to be heard
To be touched with Gentle understanding
To be healed and made whole.
Battered and bruised. Encrusted in layers of pain.
Yet alive with fragile beauty.
Sensitive, vulnerable. Crying out to be heard
To be touched with Gentle understanding
To be healed and made whole.
On Joy and Sorrow
Kahlil Gibran
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being,
the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart
and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart,
and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say,
"Joy is greater thar sorrow,"
and others say,
Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver,
needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.
Kahlil Gibran
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being,
the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart
and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart,
and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say,
"Joy is greater thar sorrow,"
and others say,
Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver,
needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.
Once upon a dream
by Blair Stuart
Once upon a dream, my love,
we were Lovers whose souls entwined and danced in the now.
We cared not for the tomorrows
We loved and danced in the sunlight of the day, giving no thought to the future.
For ours was the love of Soulmates, it was deemed to stand the test of time!
Aaah, little did we know!
For our love was all to soon to be shattered, much as the storm lays waste to the garden, our souls driven far apart, never to find there way back again.
If only we had known!
So my Love, if in the twilight of my memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again of a love that was meant to last forever.
Together, you and I will sing to each others souls, and I will listen as you sing to me a deeper song of things that may have been.
If, my beloved, our hands should touch in another dream, we shall yet again build another Castle in the sky!
These things, my love, we will do.
If only in my Dreams of you!
by Blair Stuart
Once upon a dream, my love,
we were Lovers whose souls entwined and danced in the now.
We cared not for the tomorrows
We loved and danced in the sunlight of the day, giving no thought to the future.
For ours was the love of Soulmates, it was deemed to stand the test of time!
Aaah, little did we know!
For our love was all to soon to be shattered, much as the storm lays waste to the garden, our souls driven far apart, never to find there way back again.
If only we had known!
So my Love, if in the twilight of my memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again of a love that was meant to last forever.
Together, you and I will sing to each others souls, and I will listen as you sing to me a deeper song of things that may have been.
If, my beloved, our hands should touch in another dream, we shall yet again build another Castle in the sky!
These things, my love, we will do.
If only in my Dreams of you!
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