Love (what else is there to say)

"It doesn't interest me whatyou do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your hearts desires.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of just being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planetes are surrounding your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or if you have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hid, or fade it, or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with the wilderness and let ecstacy fill you to the tips of your fingers to the bottom of your toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.
I want to know if you can disapoint another and still be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy .
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty everyday, and if you can source your life from it's presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, mine or your own, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to God "I will survive"
It doesn't interest me how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after a night of greif and despair, weary and brusied to the bone and do what needs to be done.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not pull back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you've studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truely like the company you keep in your emptiest moments"

**I guess i like this because it gets to the real life human stuff, you know. I have this idea of love that everyone seems to think i am somewhat crazy for.. and maybe i am crazy to wait for this person but i am stil waiting and still praying for the day this person opens his eyes and sees me.. not for my age, or my body, or my hair, but for everything that I am - and everything that will be and will want to be with me forever - and for me to fall in love with him too... no matter who we feel about each other in the moments.. cause feelings can chnage from moment to moment but what is in the heart can only change if you let it change - it's hard and you have to work at it... people have this idea that everything else in life has to be worked on but love is just love and it comes and goes and changes.. but it doesn't .. . in fact if anything needs the work it is love. Love is an art and like any art it is continually needed to be worked at and perfected ... and it cannot be neglected ... and it won't even stand for neglection... and if you want it .. and are willing to fight for it.. there isn't a stronger force in all the world. Love is incredible - so - if you all wonder why i write about love so much - there are reasons... not everything i write is about me.. some of it is - mostly past experiences and some of them new ones - but i am mainly waiting for the man that i will spend the rest of my life with and that thhought alone is what drives me to write about love (the good and the bad) because that is what it is - the good, the bad, and the ugly all right there in one beautiful package... and the more we love, the more beautiful we see the other and that is an incredible thing... so i wait and write... and wait not just for him to find me but for us to find each other...and that's why. and where some people pretend they don't want it and repress their desire for it... i am just dealing with it another way - everyone has their ways of dealing with the things in their lives... and since i find so much beauty in what i will have in a marriage - if that ever occurs for me... I write about it until God opens "our" eyes and see what was before only a dream!

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Meldon Mercas said…
Truer words were never spoken.

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