L'Amore

So fundamental and yet so flawed. Questions that seem to form the paradox of love. The duplicity of truth.

Try trusting yourself.

I can't think when he's around. I can't breathe or sleep or eat. What sort of existence is this? The deprivation somehow fills me to bursting. One touch and I cannot stand securely on my own two feet. One kiss and I no longer exist where my body was a mere moment ago.

Passion is the close friend of stupidity. Love built on passion alone withers to dust. Love seems impossible. Why can so many believe, while I simply cannot?

Cynicism constricts my heart of stone. Fear paralyzes my mind and closes me off from what could be. Fear, my greatest weakness; the great enemy of love.

Non ci e' l'amore per me. L'amore non esiste.

Come near to me. Let your eyes search mine. Let me feel your breath caress my cheek and your hand on the small of my back. I want to live forever in your presence surrounded by your smile. Please don't make me wait.

I cannot last another moment confronted by your complete indifference. Like so many grains of sand you cannot pick me out of a crowd. You won't even remember my name. Only when lost in sleep do you find me. Only then do I become real to you.