by William J. Schrader
Friday, July 14, 2006
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A thought for everyone who has ever been in love or think they are in love.
William J. Schrader
I cannot tell you I am in love with you,
For the you in my heart is only my dreaming.
You may be greater than my dreams,
But I know not truly the person I love.
And tell me not that you are in love with me,
For you do not know me.
You can be in love with your imaginings only.
Come—let us learn of each other together.
Come—sit with me—and tell me of your dreams.
Tell me what lifts you to the heights of your joy.
Tell me what drives you to the depths of your despair.
Tell me what brings songs to your lips and tears to your eyes.
Tell me who you are and who you wish to be.
Tell me who you are, but not what you are.
Tell me who you wish to be, but not what you wish to be.
Tell me where you are along your path.
Tell me where your path is leading, not that it has stones;
Life's stones can be diamonds, but life's path must have a dream.
Tell me if you walk alone or do you need companions;
Some may share your walking, but none can fully share your longings.
Tell me of your dreams, but dream not that they are my dreams,
For your dreams are seen though your eyes, and mine are mine alone.
Tell me your dreams are pearls, but string them not for me.
For your pearls can become stones around my neck.
Tell me we can dream together, but not the same dream,
For dreams, however close, can never be the same.
Tell me we can live together, but not the same life.
For two lives can never be lived as one.
Two lives cannot be lived as one, but
Let us fold our lives together,
For the strings of the harp, though separate, fold their music into one,
And our heartstrings may learn the joy of life's song together.
Let me tell you my dreams, that we might dream together,
For dreams, though not the same, can share the hearts of two.
Share with me our two dreams, that we might know their joy together;
For dreams shared with a beloved are the greatest joys of life.
Tell me you must give love and be loved in return.
I tell you, love must be given without conditions.
Tell me that you love me, but not that you need or want me;
For I can fill your love, but not fully your needs or your wants.
Tell me you want to know the depths of my being,
That you may love the person I am and not the person you imagine.
For the person I am may transcend the peaks and the valleys of your imagination.
Do you hold the wonder of the stars in your fingertips,
That your touch can lift me to the heavens?
And can you leave your being on the wind,
That the essence of your embrace remains—
softly in the curve of my arms?
Tell me that you love me fully, but not forever;
For ever is in the hands of Forever, and we have but a moment.
Forever may be too short to hold our love,
But we can hold Forever in our love.
Come, tell me what brings songs to your lips and tears to your eyes;
That I may understand.
Tell me what path you walk and where it leads,
That we may share our paths, in these our brief moments of Forever."
William J. Schrader