amila325
12-06-2006, 10:43 AM
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Even after she had left for good,
somehow she was still here.
I knew that she was.
I could still feel her presence.
She haunted the place.
She was woven into the fabric of the building.
I could still recall her voice, her laughter, her smile.
I called her name and it whispered on the wind
across five thousand miles.
I blew her a kiss and it transcended
time and place to fall upon her lips.
She was everywhere.
Yeah right!
She was nowhere.
She was gone.
It was all in my mind.
She was lost to me.
I couldn't feel her.
She was not like bricks and mortar and she was not woven
into the fabric of the building.
I could no longer hear her voice.
And when I called her name it did not whisper on the wind.
It only rebounded back to me from the four walls of my room,
reminding me of emptiness and solitude.
When I blew a kiss, it did not transcend time
and space to fall upon her lips.
It was all wishful thinking.
But does she still think about me?
And if she does, how does she think of me?
And if she ever reads my words again,
will she be reminded of my voice,
my laughter, my smile?
Some people are easily remembered and others,
easily forgotten.
Will she forget to remember me or
deliberately remember to try to forget?
Love is... forever. Love is...
always being together
a hundred tired romantic clichés.
Romantic love is a virtuous ideal.
But who is truly capable of it?
Who is capable of sacrificing one's life for
the person they profess to love?
Making the ultimate sacrifice.
The urge for self preservation may be stronger.
Words are meaningless without action,
just empty rhetoric that sounds good until put to the test.
I love you and I want you to love me.
I do not want to force you to love me or
to love me for all of the wrong reasons.
I want to capture your free will and for you to
love me as I love you.
A contradiction in terms?
I want you — but you have to come to me
because you want to.
I have you — but only because you let me have you.
"I love you" — well perhaps but
I can't really tell.
Maybe it was something I ate earlier that
has caused a temporary chemical imbalance in my brain.
Or maybe I do love you — until I have to put it
to the test. Is that good enough?
I pledge my heart to you,
with certain opt-outs, clauses and conditions.
All I ask is that you love me unconditionally and forever.
Am I being selfish?
But I am my
"self?"
So I guess that I am.
And when my tears fell after you left,
were they merely salty discharge brought
about by that temporary chemical imbalance in the brain?
Well let me think… No!
They were tears of passion.
And it was not the result of some dietary
condition that caused me to be attracted to you.
I did not need an aphrodisiac
where you were concerned.
It was simply you. You caused it.
I'm not in love with an empty room,
bricks and mortar or a memory.
I'm in love with you.
I already had the foundation to my existence
before you came along.
You just built on top of it and made it glow.
No clauses, opt-outs or conditions.
No empty rhetoric. I will love you unconditionally
until the day I die… can I think about
that and get back to you on it?
Even after she had left for good,
somehow she was still here.
I knew that she was.
I could still feel her presence.
She haunted the place.
She was woven into the fabric of the building.
I could still recall her voice, her laughter, her smile.
I called her name and it whispered on the wind
across five thousand miles.
I blew her a kiss and it transcended
time and place to fall upon her lips.
She was everywhere.
Yeah right!
She was nowhere.
She was gone.
It was all in my mind.
She was lost to me.
I couldn't feel her.
She was not like bricks and mortar and she was not woven
into the fabric of the building.
I could no longer hear her voice.
And when I called her name it did not whisper on the wind.
It only rebounded back to me from the four walls of my room,
reminding me of emptiness and solitude.
When I blew a kiss, it did not transcend time
and space to fall upon her lips.
It was all wishful thinking.
But does she still think about me?
And if she does, how does she think of me?
And if she ever reads my words again,
will she be reminded of my voice,
my laughter, my smile?
Some people are easily remembered and others,
easily forgotten.
Will she forget to remember me or
deliberately remember to try to forget?
Love is... forever. Love is...
always being together
a hundred tired romantic clichés.
Romantic love is a virtuous ideal.
But who is truly capable of it?
Who is capable of sacrificing one's life for
the person they profess to love?
Making the ultimate sacrifice.
The urge for self preservation may be stronger.
Words are meaningless without action,
just empty rhetoric that sounds good until put to the test.
I love you and I want you to love me.
I do not want to force you to love me or
to love me for all of the wrong reasons.
I want to capture your free will and for you to
love me as I love you.
A contradiction in terms?
I want you — but you have to come to me
because you want to.
I have you — but only because you let me have you.
"I love you" — well perhaps but
I can't really tell.
Maybe it was something I ate earlier that
has caused a temporary chemical imbalance in my brain.
Or maybe I do love you — until I have to put it
to the test. Is that good enough?
I pledge my heart to you,
with certain opt-outs, clauses and conditions.
All I ask is that you love me unconditionally and forever.
Am I being selfish?
But I am my
"self?"
So I guess that I am.
And when my tears fell after you left,
were they merely salty discharge brought
about by that temporary chemical imbalance in the brain?
Well let me think… No!
They were tears of passion.
And it was not the result of some dietary
condition that caused me to be attracted to you.
I did not need an aphrodisiac
where you were concerned.
It was simply you. You caused it.
I'm not in love with an empty room,
bricks and mortar or a memory.
I'm in love with you.
I already had the foundation to my existence
before you came along.
You just built on top of it and made it glow.
No clauses, opt-outs or conditions.
No empty rhetoric. I will love you unconditionally
until the day I die… can I think about
that and get back to you on it?