Wednesday, January 31, 2007
My love towards you is a permanient madness,
It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.
And when it subsides you have to make a decision.
You have to work our wether your roots have become entwined
together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.
love is not breathlessness, it is not excitementm it is not
the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. that is just being
"in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away.
and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
I hope you and i have this, that we would have roots that grow
towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom
had fallen from our brunches, we will find that we are one tree and not two
written at 11:10 PM
