Who wants to drown their beloved ones?Someone told me ones, that the best way to die is to DROWN.
Imagine if there is light and your lover push you under, force you into it. TO the light.
..You'll love him anyway.
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Important, Jeia. I had a feeling I might have missed what you were getting at. The words here are crucial. And the darker exposure adds a solemnity...
Some images stand alone, some hint at meanings--and others work together with the written word. All three possibilities are fine--although I think it's important to be clear about what we're doing in this regard.
These are valuable thoughts--and perhaps too true. Please do keep sharing them with us...
Jeia, thanks for your strongly felt post. I've sometimes thought (and found) love transcendent but also at times that it can lead one astray. Some might add that there are different kinds of love, might even say better and worse.
I had a friend who seemed to live on a steady literary diet of Oscar Wilde, A.E. Houseman, and W.H. Auden, enough to make anybody lovesick! He quite enjoyed reciting poems from memory (and just hearing himself speak for that matter) and would often recite these lines from Oscar Wilde's poem, "The Ballad of Reading Gaol." Apparently Wilde wrote this in 1897 after spending two years in that prison (Gaol = Jail).
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Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.
Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die.
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