I Loved Her
I did
Sacrificed all for her
I did
Loved her
Truly did
But...
Love may not please another
Sacrifice means little
“Love” is only
What the “Loved One” wants
Gave my all
Gave my life
Drove myself
To near death
But,
Sacrifice means little
“Love” is only
What the “Loved One” wants
* * *
Sacrificed all for her
I did
Loved her
Truly did
But...
Love may not please another
Sacrifice means little
“Love” is only
What the “Loved One” wants
Gave my all
Gave my life
Drove myself
To near death
But,
Sacrifice means little
“Love” is only
What the “Loved One” wants
* * *
posted by Jonas | 3/17/2011 12:39:00 AM
12 Comments:
Because she didn't love herself, she couldn't accept your love for her.
There's a fuck lot of truth in that. Love is only what the loved one wants. Love language. There are many. But if you don't speak hers, and visa versa...it feels so damn empty.
I read this with much angst. And empathy.
There are so many layers here. I don't want to over-analyze it - I just want to say it reads very well and carries a lot of emotion most people can relate to.
Another one that's hitting so close to home. I love your soul, Jonas... I truly do. I embrace it every time I come visit. Reading your words adds something to my life. Thank you for sharing your thoughts in the way that you do. I feel blessed.
I think your words touch something in each of us, Jonas... You seem to have the ability to put those feelings and experiences into words that give all of us something to relate to.
Thank you all but, peoples, I gotta say that accolades kinda freak me out.
I'm realizing too, that love is a choice. It's more cerebral than I once believed. That's a little unnerving.
xo
erin
Re: freaked out over accolades
I say this at the risk of sounding insensitive: deal with it.
I've been unnerved for too many years to count, Erin.
I'm trying to deal as best I can, Anna.
Touched? Oh, yeah. Your words touch a place somewhere deep inside that hurts a little, even after all these years. It's the place where the words "if only" still echo a bit.
No, Lilith, it wasn't that. It was far more complicated than that.
This is a theme I've circled around for many years, Annie. There's even an entry I posted years ago about "Romance Languages." In fact, there have been quite a few blog posts that dance around this pain.
Thank you, Joel. And welcome!
Oh, Anna, you made me blush.
And you, too, Ponita.
Yes, Erin, Love is the ultimate conundrum and Holy Grail.
Haunted by the words "if only" Patti? Me, too.
Ain't it the truth. I've enjoyed finding your blog.
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