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What is true love?
I can only express my views. Love is so diverse
and each experience is unique for each of us and each love
is very different from the last.
I've loved many women and each time the feeling,
the intensity of the love has been different, not less or
more than my love for a prevoius lover, just different. I
use the word intensity because, for me, it is the word that
best describes the difference. Each time I have been in love,
that person has filled me up. They fill up my thoughts and
my senses. They inhabit my dreams. When I am making decisions
my love is central to all my considerations. In short, my
life revolves around that person.
When I was in Africa I experienced very deep
feeling for an African girl. Was I in love? No, I had already
experienced a far more powerful feeling with a Greek girl
a couple of years earlier. Still, my experience in Africa
was strong enough for me to remember it as I write about love,
so possibly it was a mild experience of love with my experience
with the Greek girl being more potent. Another love began
as an ardent lust and grew into a deep caring. I only realised
how much she really meant to me after I had lost her. Actually,
I have lost count of the times I have mistaken lust for love.
It is a mistake I am happy to make, though, as we have to
appreciate that in the quest for true love there will be many
a blind alley. Then there is the instant love. This kind of
love appears rare, but it has happened to me twice. The kind
of love that simply takes you by surprise. It is an experience
where you immediately know you have just met someone very,
very important to you. A love where the feelings explode rather
than bloom. Where immediately you know you are a couple and
surprise yourselves when you naturally refer to yourselves
as a couple after one date, waking lazily from a sex saturated
night, with your heads together on one pillow and with the
simply knowledge you were always meant to be. The day before,
you were two single people and now you realise you have just
woken as one. It is like re-birth. It is an incredible experience
and both times I felt it, it was truly forever. I could not
imagine waking one day to find they were not there. The love
was deeply intense with both the women, but I have to admit,
with one it was so wonderfully, overwhelmingly intense it
was as if I was in a constant state of ejaculation with the
merest touch, or thought, at times ;-) ... Could it be it
was too intense? To offer you an idea of the experience, I
offer you the image of a glass of water. The glass won't stop
filling up and the water keeps pouring in and overflowing.
At times the water is gushing and splashing everywhere, wasting
away. I'm desperately trying to mop it up and put it back
in the glass, fearful of wasting a drop... the water was our
love... or was it "our" love? It was certainly "my"
love, and, at the time, I would have sworn blind she felt
the same, but.... Well, we are no longer together and not
because I didn't want us to be together forever... Before
that experience I was absolutely confident that intensity
of love, of feeling was a two way street. I was sure that
if I loved someone that much it would always be reciprocated,
that that was the way of the universe, that if you were attracted
that strongly to another then it was meant to be, that it
was destiny. How wrong I was...
So what is love? I don't know. You tell me...
All I know is I look forward to falling in love again. Like
falling off a horse, it feels so good to get back in the saddle...
My only really solid advice is that you marinate your love
in sincerity before offering to another. Sincerity is seriously
sexy. ;-)
Tim Rees
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A SEED SOWER’S DREAM
The hay field willow-wept with ripening seed,
And tossed their purple heads, and brushed upon our need,
And feathered fingers dance on puffs of kissing wind,
As hand-locked in togetherness, waist high, we sailed by,
love blind.
Beyond the field lies a pond of mirror-still
water,
And all around, as patchwork quilts, lie clustered jewels
of flower,
And the pond’s surface reflect the rich green seam of
reed
And all is woven in colourful confusion, as a bed, in answer
to my plea.
And it was under the laticed-leaved, cobwebbed
Yew
That I touched you for the first time; thigh-deep in your
blossoming dew.
And it was amongst the bone-dry limbs of one fallen tree,
As Zeus I melted lip to breast as deeper still my root sowed
seed.
And you, such a pretty face, vented passionate
surprise,
And in you, my Venus, I drowned on your tongue and swam in
your eyes,
As swan-arched and carefree, you came with me,
And we hungered on our touch as Eros and the nymphet Psyche.
And as we lay, so quiet, you murmured the words,
‘my hero.’
And passion conquered once again as Cupid shot his arrow,
And love-locked in nakedness we watched the sunset flame the
sky,
And all you wore was a halo as the harvest moon rose high.
And when I mouthed in simple voice about my
dreams and yearning,
The alarm by my bedside heralded the arrival of tomorrow yawning,
And you flew up to the smiling moon and vanished from my eye,
For this seed sower’s dream had ended. Too soon to say
goodbye.
by Tim Rees
tim@lifeisart.co.uk
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