The Creature That Stalks Me
Love is a strange creature.
It'll flee and hide when you seek it, and stalk you when you avoid it.
It'll purr and cuddle with you when it's pleased, and gouge you with its claws when it's not taken care of.
This creature not only hides in the shadows, it is the shadows.
And the wind.
And the sunlight.
It's everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
You can see it from far off, but miss it when it's following you around.
It hovers and floats like a feather, but can weigh you down like lead.
It is both a prized trophy and a bane to all.
It can't be caught by any net, nor tricked with any trap, but it'll prove itself one's most reliable companion.
From moment to fleeting moment, Love is everything and nothing, God's greatest gift and His worst curse. It is the greatest mystery on this world, yet is understood by many. It cannot be expressed in mere words, yet most still try, as I do, for at this time there is no way else for me to share my feelings, nor someone to share them with if I could, so I write. I write so all can see what I feel, for maybe, just maybe, someone will understand me and tell me all the answers to my questions. But until then I shall probe my deepest emotions, looking for the key that will let me through the one door that has remained barred to me throughout my life, that one goal out of my reach, yet visible all around me.
It'll flee and hide when you seek it, and stalk you when you avoid it.
It'll purr and cuddle with you when it's pleased, and gouge you with its claws when it's not taken care of.
This creature not only hides in the shadows, it is the shadows.
And the wind.
And the sunlight.
It's everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
You can see it from far off, but miss it when it's following you around.
It hovers and floats like a feather, but can weigh you down like lead.
It is both a prized trophy and a bane to all.
It can't be caught by any net, nor tricked with any trap, but it'll prove itself one's most reliable companion.
From moment to fleeting moment, Love is everything and nothing, God's greatest gift and His worst curse. It is the greatest mystery on this world, yet is understood by many. It cannot be expressed in mere words, yet most still try, as I do, for at this time there is no way else for me to share my feelings, nor someone to share them with if I could, so I write. I write so all can see what I feel, for maybe, just maybe, someone will understand me and tell me all the answers to my questions. But until then I shall probe my deepest emotions, looking for the key that will let me through the one door that has remained barred to me throughout my life, that one goal out of my reach, yet visible all around me.