Love and Cyrano
Love.
I might drown in it or die of it.
I might fear it exists only in the hearts of others.
And then I read the words below; from Cyrano.
These words are of no significance at all.
Just shapes and spaces on a white background.
And yet these words are proof of love.
And the power of writing.
* * *
'All these years I have plied you with words, but words are black and white and my skill is not equal to my love. My love has need of colours never seen and words never coined. Aeons of time and even the edgeless universe are not room enough to hold it. I know at least that Death is too small to snuff it out, and that tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow it will still fill the sky above you and hide in the hollow of your hand, undiminished and unending.'
* * *
And I cried.
I might drown in it or die of it.
I might fear it exists only in the hearts of others.
And then I read the words below; from Cyrano.
These words are of no significance at all.
Just shapes and spaces on a white background.
And yet these words are proof of love.
And the power of writing.
* * *
'All these years I have plied you with words, but words are black and white and my skill is not equal to my love. My love has need of colours never seen and words never coined. Aeons of time and even the edgeless universe are not room enough to hold it. I know at least that Death is too small to snuff it out, and that tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow it will still fill the sky above you and hide in the hollow of your hand, undiminished and unending.'
* * *
And I cried.
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One of love’s greatest drawbacks is that, for a while at least, it is in danger of making us seriously happy. (Alain de Botton, of course)
Catherine - I've been called worse than soppy ;-)
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