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The tingle of affection

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“Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties” Jules Renard quotes (French Writer, 1864-1910)

It’s during those moments when you take your mind on a metro into the future, and wonder what shape some things will take.

I have never been a poet, but the few verses I ever put down have always been an attempt to open up to myself. Soliloque. This time round it was unto a life partner and was captured in verse.

Love is intriguing and immensly thrilling. I view it as among the few intoxicants that God has allowed and constantly promotes. When true and at it’s most intense, covert or overt instances, love totally excludes reason and yet does not deceive. I find it amazing that in exclusion of the human ability to reason, common sense is still to be found and retained in the realm of love. That two people in love can do the most bizzare thing and find joy and satisfaction in it. They accept as OK what others, not in love, can never accept.

It’s a puzzle only “explainable” by the one who introduced Love into the nature of humans.

The thrill of waiting for love is as intense as that of finding love and that of flowing in love. And so here I was, anticipating the quivering, the trembling and even the vibration.

tell me

Who will you be at last?
If time could give me a glimpse of your art,
A chance to watch the pearl of my heart,
The one I’d dare to trust; the better part.

The precise time to hit a perfect mark,
To say I’ve searched and God’s paid me back,
How wise it was to wait and stick to the track
And to confirm that ours won’t depend on luck.

Now, will you be black or white or brown
Slender; a font of dark that presses down
To the feet and hands, that‘ll rest on my own,
Or tall and plumb or thin like none in town?

Do these things at least tickle your mind,
At any point in time do you ever find
Your soul, body and mind slicing the wind
In search of only me, our passions to bind?


Pardon the attempt to sound GB Shaw.


Written by coldturkey

March 8, 2010 at 8:38 PM

Posted in réalité

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  1. ….am all gaga…”Your soul, body and mind slicing the wind”…floored!


    March 9, 2010 at 9:00 AM

  2. thumbs up…good stuff


    August 1, 2010 at 2:40 PM

  3. I love this. If I were to surmise the way I view love, the below quote from Neil Gaiman’s book the Kindly ones would describe it perfectly…

    “Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”


    June 6, 2012 at 2:28 PM

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