Love and War.

It’s all real.

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Heroine

I find myself addicted
To the smile in your eye.
To the laughter on your lips.
I find myself addicted
To the wit that whips your tongue.
To the way you walk away.

I find myself addicted
To the way you make me want.
To the crushing of my heart.
I find myself addicted
To the weakness and the pain.
To the way you walk away.

I find myself addicted.
To the heroine in my veins.

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And then she knew

It washed over me all at once. It was such a funny thing, such a simple moment when I suddenly knew. And I knew as if I’d always known. It was knowing that the sky was blue, but finally noticing it for the first time. A flashbulb burst, illuminating everything I’d never understood.

It wasn’t even a special moment. You weren’t even there. It was a Monday. I was dropping off my dry cleaning.

And there it was.

Simple. Obvious. Subtle. It wasn’t passionate, lust filled, jealous. I just knew I could trust you and you could trust me.

It was warmth and ease. It was trust and space.

It was love.

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NEVER GIVE ALL THE HEART

By W.B.Yeats

Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that’s lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.

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John Keats Love Letter to Fanny Brawne – 13 October, 1819

You have ravish’d me away by a Power I cannot resist: and yet I could resist till I saw you; and even since I have seen you I have endeavoured often “to reason against the reasons of my Love.” I can do that no more – the pain would be too great – My Love is selfish – I cannot breathe without you.

Yours for ever
John Keats