Love songs are cliches. We never find the words to express the ONE. We never find similes or expressions that could ever come close to the feeling. We never entwine emotion and language far enough to express the closeness to heaven. The poetry, the openess. The flight of the soul. The admirtation, the sadness. The anger, the pain, the beauty, the godliness. The clean white place, the dark hollow. We cannnot hold it in our hands. We cannnot share it as far as we would like to. It is not impossible to share the feeling, but it cannot be done by the written word. It is not even easy to pass on with kisses, which may be given for any reason at all, to fulfill our own insecurity, to give flight to our pleasure seeking fantasy. To fill a hole. It could be any reason for which we give a kiss, but it need not be love.
The gaze is not enough to transmit the feeeling of love. It is not enough to look deeply into the eyes of the beloved. The electric spark could be desire, hate, lust or fire. It could be understanding, empathy, care, curiosity. It could be sadness, wanting to spill your guts, wanting to be held. It could be denial, secrecy, overt negativity. It could be envy, fatalism or anger.
It could not be love, or it could be.
We cannot transmit by words, or kisses or looks our feeling of ONE. Yet, it is there. A lonely feeling, for all it's worth. A feeling that cannot be shown in any way, all ways and means by which it could be shown are lacking- and likely to be misinterpreted.
How depressing. Sometimes the feeling can be felt via the skin. A certain warmth, a certain kindess created by the skin to skin touching, even though clothing or even through glass- the hands that reach to touch despite the separation. Or is this desperation? A sadness that fills us? A deep passion that overwhelms us? Is this feeling love?
When we sit by the fire, in each otehr's arms, and you say to me, as you look into my eyes, that you love me, that you're happy, is it the words or the gaze, or the simple feeling of warmth your hands and arms transmit that show me love? Do any of these do it? I do not know or care to explain. The words are not enough, the sincere expression in your eyes, transmits clarity and truth, the warmth I feel from your heart, from your hands, allows me to feel safe in the knowledge that it is true love, but it is only an educated guess I am making, lost in the laberynthine exitance that is man and womankind and it's experiences of life.
How harsh. How lonesome is this disssecation of a huma emotion.
Yet how inevitable, how truthful to our thoughts.
How inevitable, yes. How inevitable.
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