I’m going to answer this from a different angle. Seventeen years ago I encountered someone whose heart and capacity to love was otherworldly. It was the sort you see in movies or read in poems. And as our acquaintance grew and we began to connect on other planes. The reality of what we’d found and the mutuality of our expression and depth were like nothing we’d ever done.
The words that flowed from each possessed a beauty and purity we’ve yet to reach with someone else. It was truly our spirits and souls communing and praising the love we had. What we were experiencing was the reality of multiple facets of love descending at once. And because we were wholly transparent, vulnerable and accepting. We were free to indulge our love without shame.
Our professions would inevitably lead to a vow of togetherness until our final breath was drawn. We have never ceased to love the other through the seasons and challenges. We’ve permitted the rubber band to stretch in frustration but we always find our way back to center.
Through our bond we learned the meaning of love and found our way to agape. We often felt our connection was divine but once we knew it was so the truth was very humbling. Today we are akin to a wine well aged. It’s smooth and soothing. We aren’t hampered by expectations or demands. We exist in knowing and being.
It was always our hope (and plan) to find a complement. One who’d touch our depths just the same. But we discovered it was a unique way of relating and the other was equally so. They needn’t mirror one another to fit the bill.
I likened my pair to Janus and it’s an appropriate descriptor. For each have seen my nakedness and didn’t look away. They drew me in. The strength of their person and my commitment to their welfare; compels me to go beyond myself for their benefit without complaint.
I have loved none like the two, Or sacrificed and denied myself in the measure I’ve done for them each. And much like I poured into her to help her heal over 7 years. I did the same on his behalf for the same tenure. I didn’t realize that until now.
I remember when I felt him encroaching on her place and the fear I experienced at what it meant. It wasn’t due to eros. It was agape coming in. And I knew it would never leave and I’d carry him with me always.
For me, love is more than words. Much like the song says. But it isn’t devoid of expression. Love traverses me to a plane above the norm and I’m not afraid to laugh, cry, or suffer on their behalf. I think Gibran says it best in this stanza:
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
That’s the love I found. The one I show. The only way I know to love. With all I am to them through Him.
The words that flowed from each possessed a beauty and purity we’ve yet to reach with someone else. It was truly our spirits and souls communing and praising the love we had. What we were experiencing was the reality of multiple facets of love descending at once. And because we were wholly transparent, vulnerable and accepting. We were free to indulge our love without shame.
Our professions would inevitably lead to a vow of togetherness until our final breath was drawn. We have never ceased to love the other through the seasons and challenges. We’ve permitted the rubber band to stretch in frustration but we always find our way back to center.
Through our bond we learned the meaning of love and found our way to agape. We often felt our connection was divine but once we knew it was so the truth was very humbling. Today we are akin to a wine well aged. It’s smooth and soothing. We aren’t hampered by expectations or demands. We exist in knowing and being.
It was always our hope (and plan) to find a complement. One who’d touch our depths just the same. But we discovered it was a unique way of relating and the other was equally so. They needn’t mirror one another to fit the bill.
I likened my pair to Janus and it’s an appropriate descriptor. For each have seen my nakedness and didn’t look away. They drew me in. The strength of their person and my commitment to their welfare; compels me to go beyond myself for their benefit without complaint.
I have loved none like the two, Or sacrificed and denied myself in the measure I’ve done for them each. And much like I poured into her to help her heal over 7 years. I did the same on his behalf for the same tenure. I didn’t realize that until now.
I remember when I felt him encroaching on her place and the fear I experienced at what it meant. It wasn’t due to eros. It was agape coming in. And I knew it would never leave and I’d carry him with me always.
For me, love is more than words. Much like the song says. But it isn’t devoid of expression. Love traverses me to a plane above the norm and I’m not afraid to laugh, cry, or suffer on their behalf. I think Gibran says it best in this stanza:
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
That’s the love I found. The one I show. The only way I know to love. With all I am to them through Him.
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