Well Steve this poem sure says a lot but....I hate bringing in the "buts" In my own experience, the pain of heartaches and lost love is always worth the joy of it. Can you honestly say you have lived if not for tasting love? Can we say that we are real if not enjoying the intimicies of sex now and then? Can we really live and talk and write about life withour experiencing the ups and downs of all there is to life including love? No celibacy my friend is an escape and not a very good one, you of tender heart no this.
Deep words, Steven Lance. And very much true. And yet there is always that small deep hope that someday we will find someone who will never leave us alone, never leave. And what other choice is there other than to choose to "be"? There is alone, and there is lonely. I choose to *be* alone, rather than lonely. Peace.