Thicket

“For we love both
                       the truth
and our friends, piety requires us to honor the truth first.”-Aristotle

 
Within this copse, this thicket we call relationship, the woods are a blur of trees and
             I, too, imperceptible.  Surely to you and now to myself.
        My self – indiscernible from you.
    The path ahead, hidden by shadows, veiled in mist. 
                              I wait for answers, praying not to disappear.



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To love her

She was
so much bigger than he’d imagined…but then
                          he’d never
                                       really looked before.  Looked and seen.
Her eyes revealed enormity of wisdom and had they always searched
his this way, he wondered.
     They commanded his attention so he couldn’t
     turn away. 
Forced to finally view her beauty, deep and wide and undeniable.
                               How could he not have known?




But to see her, was to love her;
Love but her, and love for ever.
-Robert Burns




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