The sum total of our love for one another, can be calculated through a person's ability to drown in our existence.
How well, do you drown in me? This, is what the heart is asking whilst the mouth is searching for proclamations.
Does the agony of my essence swimming in your lungs, cause you to awaken, in the middle of the night?
And is every breath scorched with feelings of my absence, remedied only, by sensations of my presence?
When death is all that parts us, could you so contrarily, accept ME, as your death? For that is what I must become if our love should claim its truth,
I must assume your entire world. I must be your beginning, your middle, and finally, your end.
If Love is an ocean, then so too, am I! And would sooner have you sink beneath these waves than watch you float upon my surface, ignorant, of my depths.
Again and again we seek to discover those who would hunt for our affections, yet remain blissfully unaware that we've regressed as meager prey.
A hunter will not strive to love a thing for which is hunted, but instead, would prove its rightful place upon the chain by which they're governed...
For this very reason, love cannot exist inside the shackles of our nature. It has always been at war with the hunter, at odds with the prey, but a mystery to both.
The heart alone is privy to a silent whisper felt. Tis a song which echoes its chambers and flows freely through our being, while furthered by the drum of life, it rests upon our soul.
Beyond all that of nature, from instinct slowly damned, a question calmly beckons til it fills existence whole...How well, do you drown in me? **********************************************
The method to the madness behind love is not derived from an attraction, or even from our presumed understanding of feelings in another. Love is far beyond a singular comprehension, and exists within a realm outside of our baser selves. It is vast, it is wild, it is unconditional, it does not discriminate, and is perceived as madness.
In order for a love to be true, and accessed in its purest form, one must completely and utterly surrender to the other. Within this mutually relinquished grasp on control, both have become the others master, while at the same time, remaining each other's servants. This relationship is where love lives, this relationship, is where love thrives.