The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart.
I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half hope ‘Dare not say that man forgets sooner than a woman, that his love never breaks even. I can hardly write poetry ‘my life seemingly becomes undone like the black curls of my hair. Every instant hearing his voice beyond the distance of my reach it overpowers my uneven soul. His words like melodies, but I can distinguish the tones of his voice when they would be lost on loving others.
To love, I must go, uncertain of my fate. At times ‘I wonder if there’s something wrong with me, perhaps; I’ve spent too long in the company of my literary romantic heroes… eve’s Red October
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