19. What is LOVE?
I am trying to search my heart for answers I desperately need and wondering why I let you invade my life when I knew things could never be. You enticed me with hope, fulfilled the loneliness and made life easier to cope. As I looked into your eyes, I have seen through the window of your soul. I saw a heart filled with love. A heart I knew could never turn cold... but it just was not quite enough... Long-distance love is hard! I have told you that do not let me down and give up. My love is strong enough until I see you again... I have told you what I need to tell you; I have done what I need to do for you... but... you want to release all of your love. Honey, I have to set one of us free and I decide to leave you even though I still love you so much. Some body told me: "Love is nothing; to be loved is something; love and to be loved are everything"... I wonder what LOVE is???
Honey, how deep is your love?
Good-bye and take care!
posted by Yen Nguyen @ 10:56 PM
2 Comments:
Hi Yen,
Love is sweet and bitter.
Can you see your score online today?
Kathy
Hi Yen,
I was searching for something and met your blog. I know to love somebody and have them rejected is something very painful. Maybe this will clarify your doubts.
One must learn to love.- This is what happens to us in music: First one has to learn to hear figure or melody at all, to detect and distinguish it, to isolate it and delimit it as a seperate life. Then it requires some exertion and good will to tolerate it in spite of its strangeness, to be patient with its appearence and expression, and kind-hearted with its oddity. Finally there comes a moment when we are used to it, when we wait for it, when we sense we should miss it if it were missing; and now it continues to compel and enchant us relentlessly until we have become its humble and enraptured lovers who desire nothing better from the world than it and only it.
But that is what happens to us not only in music. That is how we have learned to love all things that we now love. In the end we are always rewarded for our good will, our patience, fairmindedness, and gentleness wtih what is strange; gradually, it sheds its veil and turns out to be a new and indescribable beauty. That is its thanks for our hospitality. Even those who love themselves will have learned it this way; for there is no other way. Love, too, has to be learned.
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Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science
The only cure is patience - Tien Le
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