Take this woman, for instance:
Hip, beautiful, simple, passionate
She wants things deep in her heart
but is also logical enough in her European heritage
to know that a life with comfort is an easier one
than a life with love;
after-all
money is either there or it is not
but this woman will always be able to find enough love
She is happy enough because
she is adored and knows
whether for favor or not
she will always find an opportunity to be provided for
“But what of passion,” the helpless romantic asks?
“What of integrity? Brutal truth?
What of that intense interdependent obsession
that fuels a couple through eternity?”
He knows the secret to agape
but she never listens;
the reluctance to jump but doing so
with the ignorance to
grab hands and pull each other over the cliff…
the simple secret of trusting exactly what it is too often preached
“Never truly trust another human,
they can’t help but fail eventually,” she replies
“But what of the vivid faith in commitment?
That no matter how
mauled beaten-down, emotionally depleted, forgotten, defeated, rejected, hopeless
life might get
(and it always gets)
a soft hand will be waiting to be placed behind your head
large eyes will stare into your soul
and the words ‘I’m not going anywhere’
will save you?”
And for a moment
she nearly believes his lunacy
she nearly drops the guard baggage and fear
she nearly abandons her false gods
but only answers
“How many people will truly sacrifice it all?
Who, for the entirety of life, will keep their veins exposed
for that naive faith trust love of another being?
Who is so humble?”
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(written with pen on paper, unexpectedly)
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