Never did I love as I love now...
He awakens a fire in the depths of my mind, my body and my soul. He stirs a wild passion within my heart.
My body bows tumultuously, my heart sings sweetly, my soul dances under the night sky - heavy clouds rolling in, a thunder storm not far behind. Our fierce passion ignites the inky sky, the electricity crackling violently between us. Two lovers entwined by Destiny and Fate, two lovers at war with their similarities and differences simultaneously.
The exquisite chaos that defines our love is frowned upon by the "mediocrities". It is not of the norm, though we so wish it were. O' why can it not be love of romance novels or Italian literature? Why do we doubt our love because it does not fall within the conformed notions we have? O' how the winds have changed and the years have advanced. In slumber I lie awake dreaming of a world where promises were pregnant with hope and meaning, letters were written with pen on paper, love was separated by distance and war alas was eternal. O' change invariably crashes upon us.
In this age, this 22nd Century, I will love stronger than ever I have, with individuality, with a modishly-classic vigor and with the belief that perhaps our love does not last, alas perchance it does? Sentimental love is loving with a notion that something will last forever, a true romantic love is loving with the notion that it could end as soon as it began.
Our tempestuous addiction to one another, a whirlwind romance, a love that was forbidden, is and will continue to be burdensome and arduous, however, it represents truth, transparency, rising above trials and overcoming diffidence. Will finding love in a hopeless place and giving birth to a resplendent truth become our saving grace?
Will we survive Our Tempestuous Addiction?
Original Post By: Lauren Coetzee
silently if,out of not knowable night's utmost nothing,wanders a little guess (only which is this world)more my life does not leap than with the mystery your smile sings or if(spiralling as luminous they climb oblivion)voices who are dreams, less into heaven certainly earth swims than each my deeper death becomes your kiss losing through you what seemed myself,i find selves unimaginably mine;beyond sorrow's own joys and hoping's very fears yours is the light by which my spirit's born: yours is the darkness of my soul's return -you are my sun,my moon,and all my stars
