Today i can write no limerick,
as im running out of gimmick,
watching the rain,
and the empty lane,
standing weary and heartsick.
........
I love you like a river which understands
that it must learn to flow differently
over waterfalls and to rest in the shallows.
...
Not the love of a man for a woman,
not the love of a father for a child,
not the love of God for his creatures.
But a love with no name and no explanation.
Like a river that cannot explain
why it follows a particular course,
but simply flows onwards.
A love that asks for nothing
and gives nothing in return;
it is simply there.
I will never be yours and you will never be mine;
nevertheless, I can honestly say: I love you.
(Aleph - Paulo Coelho)
.. for what it's worth: i forgive you ..
it is harder to forgive myself
