Randomness.
Promise me no promises,
So will I not promise you:
Keep we both our liberties,
Never false and never true:
Let us hold the die uncast,
Free to come as free to go:
For I cannot know your past,
And of mine what can you know?
You, so warm, may once have been
Warmer towards another one:
I, so cold, may once have seen
Sunlight, once have felt the sun:
Who shall show us if it was
Thus indeed in time of old?
Fades the image from the glass,
And the fortune is not told.
If you promised, you might grieve
For lost liberty again:
If I promised, I believe
I should fret to break the chain.
Let us be the friends we were,
Nothing more but nothing less:
Many thrive on frugal fare
Who would perish of excess.
The above poem is by one Christina Rosetti and it was written in the 19th century. It's odd that such an archaic piece of literature could so aptly describe the way I feel about commitment and relationships in general.
So why the hell do I keep on meeting people that I'd love to get committed with and/or be in relationships with?
I'll leave you with this piece of lyric by Patrick Fitzgerald of Kitchens of Distinction fame:
You stand here in my place
Feel the warmth upon your face
Stand back and start to smile
You now have time, you now have will.
I would never want to leave this country
Where roads are fast and knowledge easy.
I would never want to take you with me
Unless you're open and trust my hand.
I would never wish this much on you
When what you have might be enough.
I would never want to drive that fast
Unless you're ready, willing, happy.
Take me away from these simple feelings I know
There's places on the other sides of here.
Take me away from these simple feelings I know,
I'll take that car and drive there faster.
I would never want to take you with me
Until you're open and grab my hand.
I would never wish this much on you
Until you like to live that fast.
I would never want to do that to you
To take you far and leave you stranded.
I have never gone quite far enough
But you can get off whenever you like.
So will I not promise you:
Keep we both our liberties,
Never false and never true:
Let us hold the die uncast,
Free to come as free to go:
For I cannot know your past,
And of mine what can you know?
You, so warm, may once have been
Warmer towards another one:
I, so cold, may once have seen
Sunlight, once have felt the sun:
Who shall show us if it was
Thus indeed in time of old?
Fades the image from the glass,
And the fortune is not told.
If you promised, you might grieve
For lost liberty again:
If I promised, I believe
I should fret to break the chain.
Let us be the friends we were,
Nothing more but nothing less:
Many thrive on frugal fare
Who would perish of excess.
The above poem is by one Christina Rosetti and it was written in the 19th century. It's odd that such an archaic piece of literature could so aptly describe the way I feel about commitment and relationships in general.
So why the hell do I keep on meeting people that I'd love to get committed with and/or be in relationships with?
I'll leave you with this piece of lyric by Patrick Fitzgerald of Kitchens of Distinction fame:
You stand here in my place
Feel the warmth upon your face
Stand back and start to smile
You now have time, you now have will.
I would never want to leave this country
Where roads are fast and knowledge easy.
I would never want to take you with me
Unless you're open and trust my hand.
I would never wish this much on you
When what you have might be enough.
I would never want to drive that fast
Unless you're ready, willing, happy.
Take me away from these simple feelings I know
There's places on the other sides of here.
Take me away from these simple feelings I know,
I'll take that car and drive there faster.
I would never want to take you with me
Until you're open and grab my hand.
I would never wish this much on you
Until you like to live that fast.
I would never want to do that to you
To take you far and leave you stranded.
I have never gone quite far enough
But you can get off whenever you like.