Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself,
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed:
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say,
"God is in my heart," but rather,
"I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course
of love, for love, if it finds you worthy,
directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart
and give thanks for another day of loving:
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy:
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in you heart
and a song of praise upon you lips.
Kahlil Gibran
Waiting, you are out in nowhere.
A frozen episode, without a goodbye, we were already parted. What remains was only infinite melancholy. Lightly your eyes are closed. And a cool breeze slowly guide through you. You indulge in those sour and bitter of the past ….
At some point of life you were with me, smiling to each other. But the beloved moment was gone and the oaths blurred with only sorrow left. Destined to be a mixture of pain and happiness that were unable to be described.
Today, at this time, what language could truly write the nostalgic feeling of your heart. If time could go back, you hope you could be back to those days that were deep and shallow, winding and lingering ……
But where am I? Is there anyone become the only one of my life? And does this make me refuse to give up? Or am I in pain because of her joys and sorrows?
Gibran is right. "Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed: For love is sufficient unto love."
Now, I sit here alone, and sense the loneliness out from nowhere. "Those happenings, those days, like already past for hundred years." Who is singing to the bottom of my heart? Same as those memories that make you going. We both cannot wait to pursuit the so-called glory and glamor. But in fact, everything around us is only a distanced emptiness.
However, there is one thing I still have to say, "Waiting, I am here". Until I am no longer sad.
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