You say you love

You say you love; but with a voice
Chaster than a nun's, who singeth
The soft Vespers to herself
While the chime-bell ringeth -
O love me truly!


II.


You say you love; but with a smile
Cold as sunrise in September,
As you were Saint Cupid's nun,
And kept his weeks of Ember.
O love me truly!


III.


You say you love - but then your lips
Coral tinted teach no blisses.
More than coral in the sea -
They never pout for kisses -
O love me truly!


IV.


You say you love; but then your hand
No soft squeeze for squeeze returneth,
It is like a statue's dead -
While mine to passion burneth -
O love me truly!


V.


O breathe a word or two of fire!
Smile, as if those words should burn be,
Squeeze as lovers should - O kiss
And in thy heart inurn me!
O love me truly!

Copyright - John Keats

What is it we are after? What is it that we seek so desperately, that longing bleeds within us?

Why do we fight to be the best, to be the one who stands above the rest, so tall and proud?

What have we to gain? In all this, is there no love to be found? Is there no hope of growth beyond our simple ways?
Have we not yet learned from all that we have endured?

Is not our soul for sale, every time we place ourselves upon the sacrificial alter of another's point of view? Why is it that we fight to protect what is ours so hard, that we take from another to do so?

Are we nothing but what our art betrays of us? Are we that shallow? And if our face gets used a thousand times, are we not better for it?

Why do we separate ourselves and live for freedom behind the gate of fear? Why do we cast upon each other such words of pain.

Why do we punish the one who rises to the top? Why do we hate when one of us succeeds?

There are two sides to every story, and I have learned there are four. Just when you think you know, you find out you were wrong.

Am I gay? Is she a whore? Are they liars? These words can kill. To be rejected is one of the most painful things.

Do you know the truth? Will you ever? Does it matter?

Sometimes in our zeal to do what is right, we trample on the very core of our beliefs, to be the first one who wears the hero's crown.

Sometimes, we are so concerned about saving ourselves, that we lose ourselves in the process.

We lose our friends.

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I have seen a lot of death here lately. I pray that we will learn to reach out a little more, and hate a little less.

Please....because life is too fucking short, to waste it spreading pain.