On Love.

[wolven7]

.... Love hurts. It really does. It twists, twines and swirls beneath the surface of everything, and every synapse fires and spasms, at it's passing... (Interpol - [Obstacle 1]). My face is flushed, and it burns, and spasms, with each new sentence, and protestation of pourpose... A Smile, a laugh, and the pain of distance. Love cuts like a knife, and kisses like the warm ashes of burning worlds.

All of these things, and more, when i look at you. When i talk to you. When i express of you. You are warm breezes and winter sunsets, you are spring life and fresh-cut roses, dying, slowly, you are raging fires, and burning embers. (Evanescence - [My Immortal]). You are everything i want, in this world, and when i talk to you, i want the world to go away, so that it's you and me and all of the important silences we have to speak to each other. The pauses, the stems of music, and the reading. Each other, or whatever.

I love you.

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Khalil Gibran "The Prophet: On Love"

[(Anonymous)]

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.


*clutches a small black book with a gold flame on the cover to her chest* Words to remember, words to forget. But words always return, when you forget them.

Curious, interested... who is this who walks close?

Strixus

Re: Khalil Gibran "The Prophet: On Love"

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Thank you, for those words. My father made me read that book, when i was very young, for a reason...

As to who it is... Well, they may be emabarassed, and i feel it's better left for a time when Distances can be bridged. Hopefully that time is soon.

If not, then the love is always there, requited, or no.

[desu.livejournal.com]

Just stay away from the bears, and you'll be fine. ;)

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Heheheh, exactly. :)

[angsty.livejournal.com]

you love me? awww. i love you too!

^,^

[saxshooter.livejournal.com]

I just started listening to Evanesence a month or so ago...good stuff...