for You, that time between us is eternal still.

Lizzy on Love....

The only time you know you really love someone is when you love them for their flaws. For their vulnerability. That which makes us human. Because the person you love is a real person, not an ideal. Love is the ideal. So to all of you lovers out there, remember to honour the person, because between that fine frailty called human nature and the power of love, there stands 2 people wanting to be with one another.

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somewhere I have never travelled,
gladly, beyond any experience,
your eyes have their silence.
In your most frail gesture

are things which enclose me
or which I cannot touch
because they are too near.
Your slightest look,

easily will unclose me.
Though I have closed myself,
as fingers, you open always,
petal by petal, myself, as Spring opens

Touching skillfully, mysteriously
her first rose.

Or, if your wish be to close me,
I and my life will shut,
very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower
imagines the snow carefully
everywhere descending.

Nothing which we are to perceive
in this world equals the power
of your intense fragility,
whose texture compells me
with the color of its countries
rendering death and forever
with each breathing.

I do not know what it is about you
that closes and opens
Only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.

- ee cummings