a web of their own they did weave
when first they loved and did deceive
for love was not theirs to conceive
they gave no thought to those who’d grieve
and lose their light from that night’s deed
a web of woe did they weave
when first they loved and did deceive
when first they loved and did deceive
for love was not theirs to conceive
they gave no thought to those who’d grieve
and lose their light from that night’s deed
a web of woe did they weave
when first they loved and did deceive
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12 comments:
Yes, the selfishness of love. At least Tristan and Isolde could blame it on the love potion given by the maid.. what can the rest of us blame I wonder?? Love and all it's complications..
How romantic, love the image, it compliments the words perfectly.
oooh, that web..... know it, have felt it, wish i hadn't, but. that's how we learn...
yes, glynis, you're right about being able to blame it on the maid...perhaps i had a maid once - perhaps he had a maid once - and perhaps...
i'm just sayin.......
;)
thanks so much gemel - how can one go wrong with tristan and isolde! beautiful love!
we've all been in the web, haven't we, shadow - have carefully and methodically woven it - and then have become entrapped in it - while this is so in my case, at least, i must confess, though, to having no regrets at all - i'm so thankful for those 10 minutes of glory [relatively speaking in terms of time] than never to have known it at all! so wonderful to have you come by! thanks very much -
La Gitane runs wild... what have I been saying since the beginning, dear Gitane?
If I may, what about love with honour... when one can of course...
Sometimes a shared thought, or a look, may be enough. To be remembered, without breaking somebody else's heart. Am I a preacher or what!
Anyway this is beautifully written. It reminds me that all women are beautiful and it would be so easy!
Roger
but, dear roger, that is the point of all this - love with honour - to not stay - to walk away - to shut the door - before the innocents are hurt - even when it means the lovers' own lives irreparably damaged - changed forever - i walked away - but...my heart stayed...
anyway, that was then -
thank you for your kind words - and i've never thought you a preacher - rather someone who does not mind speaking what's on his mind - a rare trait, sir! ;) and i appreciate it!
so hope all is well with you - your absence is always noticed -
take care and come again soon -
Maybe, la Gitane, maybe... you must be right as always.
I simply wanted to tell you, I am listening to Black Orpheus at this very moment, and I am overwhelmed with regrets, reminiscences of those women to whom I had to say "I cannot... I cannot, 'cause I already have an eternal love..."
God, those women were beautiful... You can't help thinking that one day it will be too late... but too late for what, I ask you!
At least I am not lost. Do you think I need a shrink?
Hisself, sometimes joking, sometimes serious, often sad
my dear sir - it is not unusual i think for one to wonder of "what if" - "if only" - no matter one's circumstances - even with an eternal love already in place - and time has a way of distorting our perspective - or perhaps of aligning it - and the more sharp it becomes with more passage of that elusive enemy time - i also think we each/all may need a shrink at times - but more often, we just need to be appreciated, to be heard, to be felt, to be loved -
I had once a moment like this and it took me years to get over,even tho it was "charming"it left in me a bit of emptiness... "for love was not theirs to conceive"...
~Beautiful things are are falling apart for bigger and better ones to gather~
breathtaking!
xoxo
in terms of "getting over it" i'm not sure that i will - and while there is great emptiness now i try to focus on the great happiness that the time we had together brought back then - and to be grateful for those stolen moments of perfection - and also to focus on your words of bigger and better ones to gather - thanks so much for your kind words, dear friend! xxx
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