Why is it that all the great love stories end in death or tragedy?
Romeo and Juliet, Tristan and Isolde, Guenevere and Lancelot... all wonderful and passionate lovers... all with tragic endings.
Is is that love, like life must have an ending or is it our ideals of love that passionate are not attractive to us when a couple is old and gray?
Is true love too much to ask for these days?
I'm not sure anymore.
I have always believed in love, the wonderful healing powers, the racing of hearts, those shared glances and those sparkles in the eyes.
Is it too much to ask that love stay?
Why would God create women to love and men to love fleetingly? And why must love lead our hearts astray?
I don't know.
Maybe it is our society. Raising children in divorced homes, abusive husbands, or drug addicted alcoholic wives is not helping to create adults with a healthy understanding of love.
I know that in my last relationship I did nothing wrong, but why do I feel as though I did?
I can blame my body, or the drugs, or maybe he was just too young... but when I think of love, it's the kind that lasts.
I want the love talked about in the quotes below:
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves."
-- 1 Corinthians 13:4-7
"Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind."
-- W. Shakespeare
"As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words."
-- W. Shakespeare
I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion -
I have shudder'd at it.
I shudder no more.
I could be martyr'd for my religion
Love is my religion
And I could die for that.
I could die for you.
~ by John Keats ~
I'd like to run away
From you,
But if you didn't come
And find me ...
I would die.
~ by Shirley Bassey ~
The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is to love and be loved in return.
~ From "Unforgettable with Love" by Natalie Cole
Soul meets soul on lover's lips.
~ by Percy Bysshe Shelly ~
Other men said they have seen angels,
But I have seen thee
And thou art enough.
~ by G. Moore ~
I want to be enough.
Call me a hopeless romantic, call me whatever you want, but I know my heart breaks daily, but I also know that I was built to love someone, someday. I just wish they were here now.
