LOVE, The elusive sweet song of the Nightingale
Oh, to sing the song of the songs of love is a wonderful thing that everyone must experience. It is like the existence of Heaven here on the mundane Earth, making life bearable and existence worth living.
But, those are things that people say. Those are things that only people hear. Does true love exist? It is so elusive, ever wandering and fluttering its proud wings and never landing in your presence.
It flies by, teasing us with what happiness and dreams that we think of ever experiencing, only to fly off again, leaving us with nothing but the lonely despair that fills the void that we call a life.
Go in search of love, many will say. Make acquaintances that lead to friendships, which in turn lead to relationships and then ultimately end up in love oh love! Oh, if only it is so easy. If only the reality of the directions are so simple.
Love is not a Lost Ark or a sunken treasure that needs to be found to truly experience its glory. Love should never be sought after because it will always fly away, just out of our reach. Ever so elusive.
Love is something that should happen out of the blue, when you least expect it. Love.
But, love is always on my mind, always thinking and searching for the inevitable truth and later reality of it. When will it present itself to me? When will I be truly blessed and be given my moment in life? When?
I let things be, I let things go, never to think about relationships or finding someone again. I let all hopes be lost, only secretly, hiding from my subconscious that ultimately, true love will bravely land right in front of me when I least expect it, surprising me with all its glory.
Love is genius. Love is cunning, always knowing when people are pining away for that one true experience. Teasing us with the possibility and then leaving us to dread on its potential.
Happenstance. Things should just happen in happenstance; a destined fate of chance meeting that leads to the story book movie romances that sweeps all hearts. We all are the heroes in our own movie life, ultimately leading to the glorious happy Hollywood ending that cap the ending of our single-ness and the beginning of our love affair.
Oh where oh where can my love be? I ask this question aloud unabashedly as I do believe that my lover is out there someone in this mindless empty 1s and 0s. She's just there waiting patiently for our destined fate of chance meeting. Whether she's out searching about for a quick read or a perusal of this online ad; who knows?
Time ticks by and by and by, ticking my sentiments away. Losing another second in another minute of another hour in another day of my life without the one that can make my insides melt with painless ease.
The acid rumblings of my stomach due to the flapping wings of fluttering butterflies as I see you day in and day out and just thinking to myself, where have you been all my life. How am I so blessed to have you in my life? How is it that I am graced with such love and beauty; something that I do not deserve? How is it?
I look into your eyes, and I am lost, plunged deeper and deeper into the depths of your soul where we commingle and become the one being that we once was, finally reconnecting to the times of legend and myth; before the jealous Zeus tore us apart. A love before time. A love eternal.
To feel whole again, instead of limping aimlessly with an arm and leg with the no depth-perception sight hoping for that reconnect to help me function like everyone else. My other half, my better half....complete.
Even Hedwig would be proud, finally realizing the Origin of Love is true and true. No longer lost and searching to fill that void. We are all connected, making that sweet music that only we both can.
Sometimes I dream that all I have to do to catch this little elusive bird is to just close my eyes and spin around and reach out my arms and out of amusement, it would just fly into my grasp willingly. Oh, then I will wake up groggy with the remnants of the dream; thinking of the ease of finding the love, giving me a little brighter hope for the day that it may happen today.
Dreams and dreams will come and go, come and go, fading away into the distant light like smoke into the atmosphere, only to dissipate. Fizzle away, out of reach, out of my grasp. Nothing to hold on to. Nothing.
But, I hold my heart, in the shattered pieces that it came to from the experiences of life and slowly piece it together with double-stick scotch tape, hoping that this will be the last time that I will have to piece it back together again. Hopefully, I didn't lose any pieces from the last time and that these shattered pieces are a shattered whole.
So I reach, I scream, I throw this question out there, are you the one to complete me?
But, those are things that people say. Those are things that only people hear. Does true love exist? It is so elusive, ever wandering and fluttering its proud wings and never landing in your presence.
It flies by, teasing us with what happiness and dreams that we think of ever experiencing, only to fly off again, leaving us with nothing but the lonely despair that fills the void that we call a life.
Go in search of love, many will say. Make acquaintances that lead to friendships, which in turn lead to relationships and then ultimately end up in love oh love! Oh, if only it is so easy. If only the reality of the directions are so simple.
Love is not a Lost Ark or a sunken treasure that needs to be found to truly experience its glory. Love should never be sought after because it will always fly away, just out of our reach. Ever so elusive.
Love is something that should happen out of the blue, when you least expect it. Love.
But, love is always on my mind, always thinking and searching for the inevitable truth and later reality of it. When will it present itself to me? When will I be truly blessed and be given my moment in life? When?
I let things be, I let things go, never to think about relationships or finding someone again. I let all hopes be lost, only secretly, hiding from my subconscious that ultimately, true love will bravely land right in front of me when I least expect it, surprising me with all its glory.
Love is genius. Love is cunning, always knowing when people are pining away for that one true experience. Teasing us with the possibility and then leaving us to dread on its potential.
Happenstance. Things should just happen in happenstance; a destined fate of chance meeting that leads to the story book movie romances that sweeps all hearts. We all are the heroes in our own movie life, ultimately leading to the glorious happy Hollywood ending that cap the ending of our single-ness and the beginning of our love affair.
Oh where oh where can my love be? I ask this question aloud unabashedly as I do believe that my lover is out there someone in this mindless empty 1s and 0s. She's just there waiting patiently for our destined fate of chance meeting. Whether she's out searching about for a quick read or a perusal of this online ad; who knows?
Time ticks by and by and by, ticking my sentiments away. Losing another second in another minute of another hour in another day of my life without the one that can make my insides melt with painless ease.
The acid rumblings of my stomach due to the flapping wings of fluttering butterflies as I see you day in and day out and just thinking to myself, where have you been all my life. How am I so blessed to have you in my life? How is it that I am graced with such love and beauty; something that I do not deserve? How is it?
I look into your eyes, and I am lost, plunged deeper and deeper into the depths of your soul where we commingle and become the one being that we once was, finally reconnecting to the times of legend and myth; before the jealous Zeus tore us apart. A love before time. A love eternal.
To feel whole again, instead of limping aimlessly with an arm and leg with the no depth-perception sight hoping for that reconnect to help me function like everyone else. My other half, my better half....complete.
Even Hedwig would be proud, finally realizing the Origin of Love is true and true. No longer lost and searching to fill that void. We are all connected, making that sweet music that only we both can.
Sometimes I dream that all I have to do to catch this little elusive bird is to just close my eyes and spin around and reach out my arms and out of amusement, it would just fly into my grasp willingly. Oh, then I will wake up groggy with the remnants of the dream; thinking of the ease of finding the love, giving me a little brighter hope for the day that it may happen today.
Dreams and dreams will come and go, come and go, fading away into the distant light like smoke into the atmosphere, only to dissipate. Fizzle away, out of reach, out of my grasp. Nothing to hold on to. Nothing.
But, I hold my heart, in the shattered pieces that it came to from the experiences of life and slowly piece it together with double-stick scotch tape, hoping that this will be the last time that I will have to piece it back together again. Hopefully, I didn't lose any pieces from the last time and that these shattered pieces are a shattered whole.
So I reach, I scream, I throw this question out there, are you the one to complete me?