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By arkguy1000 Date: 2005 Aug 22 Comment on this Work [[2005.08.22.17.51.8604]] |
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Here I sit another night with a glass of wine in my hand. As I drove home after meeting someone who maybe a possible future date. I ask her as we neared the end of our meeting, what of love. What is love? How does it happen? Have you been in love? She told me of a past love. A love that was to lead to marriage. Her beautiful brown eyes began to swell with tears. I sighed as she recanted the story of how it ended. Love that was to be and yet it died. How could someone say I LOVE YOU and then leave. Surely that is not LOVE. Love is enternal, everlasting, we search for it, we desire it with all our being. How can it continue to elude us? She was left alone. As I drove home, I could think of the movie vanishing point where the car hit a brick wall and exploded into flames. Seems I think of that quite often lately, Of ending life. I wonder why that is? As Enya sings in the background. Do you remember sending me this CD? I was so happy with this love I had found. I was like a child at the circus. Nothing to live for but this glorious moment to be with you. This love was yet a summer fantasy as you told me. Not real, but why did you say ..I love you. Alas, love is not something for me. I pray that it would be but I am cursed to live this lonely existence. It calls at me as it passes by. I see others happy but I exist in this purgatory unable to go back where love existed or to go forward to find it again. |