Love’s Pursuit
So many ways to love
So few ways to be love
So precarious the reach to make contact
So tenuous the grasp once attained
So covetous Ego’s will to own
Even as honor can be felt
When veracity diverts insecurity’s obsession to control
Such continues the longing
Only love’s purity can appease
Like a beautiful flower protected by thorns
Like the will to own tempered by the obsession to control
Like longing without the satisfaction of love.
It's like magic how I am so loved. Before that, only my mother loved me beyond the infatuation that I felt some had for me but wouldn't cross the line into commitment. Now I have that commitment and is almost overwhelming, because I want to set her free. Give her the retirement freedom she doesn't have tending to me 24/7.
I've been watching the Golden Bachelor near its end and find that Gerry, the 71-year-old widower has become very emotional, especially when trying to choose from three finalists when almost every one of them could have shared their life with him, had he let them.
I just don't see myself ever being that emotional.
Ron