(Lamia And The Soldier, John Williams Waterhouse, 1905)
Is it enough to just love?
To cloak my body in the air in which you breathe?
To dream of what may be possible; to mourn of what may never be?
Every waking hour, every last thought, every part of me…
is connected to your essence
Even if I am but a shadow of your reality
Love is not for the selfish, for the hoarders of heart
Nor for those who wish for something in return
To be in this world, knowing you are in it, is but a prayer
Whispered in the ears of the angels
We are souls of pasts uninterrupted, only parted by time and circumstance
A cosmic force for which we have little understanding
It is not unknown the cruelty of the universe
She wreaks havoc on the petty, the unbelievers, the forgetful ones
Her darkness descending upon hearts at birth
Leaving those to cry unto the heavens for their lost ones
Oh, how she taunts me!
Clear seeing, I am granted…Clear knowing, I am cursed
I am not forsaken by God, or by you
Love cannot be broken, nor can it be destroyed
Only tempered if one understands this
My love for you will not be deterred, nor will it be corrupted with sorrow
So, yes, my love, it is enough…
if that is all I am granted