This is a circumstance of compromising. I've witnessed so many of my friends and relatives who love so hard with their pride being centered that their devotion causes them to bleed and break apart.
If love is causing this heartache to magnify then it is most certainly worth the effort to keep it growing. This is LOVE'S two-minute warning. Pain tells us to look twice. Without compromise we soon learn the true depth of the love we leave to go on in life. We never condition that love. It leaves an open wound.
~.~
"Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together;
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow."
---Kahil Gabran ( from "The Prophet" )
I'm happy to be back in the folds of Author's Den. I've settled down with my sweetheart and am comfortable after searching for him all of my life.
Like this poem suggests...if anything is worth fighting for then pride and hardheadedness should give it room to grow.
~Susan~
When you look at her and wonder There are parts you cannot see Like the half of her that's missing For the whole that's not to be You see a woman shining Feet planted in the ground What you can't see is the sorrow Or just where it once was found Her appearance is astounding For never would you guess That this soul grieves no longer And her insides aren't a mess Nor a jumble...for this horseman He came and took her soul Left a gypsy spirit breathless Took a part and left a whole For his gift to her...his answer His love was here and gone Now the whole of her is seeking The heart he took and won. Let him go with freedom's spirit For he left her with a glow Took a heart that wasn't beating Left a seed with which to sow Many memories in the making And a promise to return To the part of her that's missing For the soul still here that yearns Today is worth the waiting The future is a guess As the soul of one so empty Is a part of him... at best. And the love of these two spirits Beat forever a new whole And the part that wasn't total Is a story to be told.
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~ Susan K. Rowse ~
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Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on June 23, 2004
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beautiful moving so truthful and so emotional excellent poetry...
Wish you best and so glad too see you once more.
lady Peg
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