My Darling…
Sometimes the urge comes to shout “I love you” as loud as I can over and over telling the world my feelings. What’s in my heart is so large how can anyone know the size of it unless I express it far beyond what is considered ‘normal’.
Sometimes the urge comes to shout “I love you” as loud as I can over and over telling the world my feelings. What’s in my heart is so large how can anyone know the size of it unless I express it far beyond what is considered ‘normal’.
“Love Is a Fire that Burns Unseen” by Luís Vaz de Camões
A wound
that aches yet isn’t felt,
An always
discontent contentment,
A pain
that rages without hurting,
A longing
for nothing but to long,
A loneliness
in the midst of people,
A never feeling
pleased when pleased,
A passion that gains
when lost in thought.
It’s being enslaved
of your own free will;
it’s counting
your defeat a victory…
A woundthat aches yet isn’t felt,
An always
discontent contentment,
A pain
that rages without hurting,
A longing
for nothing but to long,
A loneliness
in the midst of people,
A never feeling
pleased when pleased,
A passion that gains
when lost in thought.
It’s being enslaved
of your own free will;
it’s counting
your defeat a victory…
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