And as impatient as time
It always knocks at the door when you least expect it
Sometimes at the worst time
And by then
It’s already too late
Love is as consequent as an earthquake
As reasonable as a nuclear bomb
And yet as soft as the morning dew
And just like the mornings
It just is
Therefore I disagree
and say that love is not patient
it is understanding
When it has no other choice
And derived from that
It waits
But never patiently
Mostly because love and time are at conflict
Eternally
There’s not enough time to love
And there’s no time to live without love
And without reasons or explanations
Beyond all truth or lies
Love is what I find in your eyes
And yes, it’s always there
2 comments:
Of all your writings, Pablo...this one has touched me deep inside my soul as no other. It came to me at a time where a man whom I am drawn to has asked me to be patient...6 months later I am still being patient. I thought that in some way I was giving him this gift...he says he has messed up so many times before by rushing and would like to be friends first and let's see where this will take us. Yet inside of me I fight against this. It is contrary to what my idea of love is. For me love is full of passion, desire...and not just sexually, but desire to be with that person. To smell them, taste them, feel them...to be drunk on the fullness of it all. I believe in love at first sight...that electrifying feeling that makes you feel sick to your stomach and faint. How long can I wait for my desire to be fulfilled? Is there any truth at all to this being friends first? You are right, love is not patient...it may be understanding, but never patient.
marsha
If you're questioning it, like I do on this post, then you've already waited long enough.
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