There’s a geology to love - the tectonics of soul shattering quakes super heated explosions of volcanoes from the ever flowing lava of passion’s forceful collisions and eruptions. In the dark mines of coal black painlovers uncover diamonds of joy, too; in the layered shale and gritty sandstone of the rugged terrain of life’s challenges,they come upon the emeralds of hope. From the Himalayas of their struggles those who love expose rare rubies of grace. And drilling deep beneath an ocean of endless waves and currents of times, they tap the wells of fragrant oils to keep love running smoothly.
There’s a geography to love – Lovers who dare can climb together tall mountain peaks of pleasure and plough and plant the lush green valleys filled with the wildflowers of abandon in love’s wide open fields of promise.They can brave the thrilling waterfalls and run rapids of the rushing, early years. But there are dry river beds of disappointment and stubborn, stony creeks as well to cross. True lovers scale sheer cliffs of endless effort and dense forests of frustration with the other; or wide, dry deserts of non-communication with only rare oasis's to break the silence.
There’s a meteorology to love that every student seeks to understand to learn to forecast those winter storms when deep differences are snowdrifts, but still to trust in blessed rains of spring to make love’s garden beautiful again.There are poor harvest years of flood and storm when the blight of boredom wilts love’s grain, weeks when the drought of distance leads to the un-slaked thirst of parched plains of pained love. Students can foretell the warming trends that thaw the ice of arguments that leave them frigid with fear and frozen in withdrawl. Then when the balmy southern breezes blow, with a wind that caresses every lover’s heart and writes the music only lovers hear, those once frosty streams run clear again.
There’s a physics, an astronomy to love finding an eternally expanding universe of unknown galaxies yet to discover about a lover’s strong soul and gentle spirit a cosmic understanding of their binary connection. Lovers learn to name the shooting stars of unfilled wishes and comets of dying dreams; but they know too the sunshine in a lover’s eyes like the first rays of glorious morning rising from the deep heart of the Milky way and know the moon will guide the ebb and flow of emotional tides and under currents of their journey. True lovers study energy and matter force and friction, work and time to measure the relativity of love to life, and the uncertainties that always arise.
There’s a certain mathematics to love – that’s based on an entirely new math where one plus one still equals one and the whole union of a couple is greater than the sum of the individual hearts. They know of equations of give and take where percentages of effort add up to far more than one hundred percent. Lovers know the geometry third parties make - those sharp angled triangles of temptation, some acute but hopefully most avoided. But the circumference of the circle of love has no clear beginning and no end that defines the infinite boundaries an area inside of which love’s seeds are planted and lovers’ dreams are harvested.
There’s epistemology and etymology of love. How do we know what we know about love and what’s the true sense of the word? It’s a major academic discipline to discover the éros and the agápe of a lover’s heart and soul, to know the physiology and psychology of that body and that mind as well – Love’s a lifetime study – all the “ologies” apply - an endless exploration, an erotology of the all the trails your lover blazes, to map the curves, the hills, the secret glades of some sacred destination that only lovers find and gain the ‘gnosis’ only love’s enlightened students have.
There’s a geography to love – Lovers who dare can climb together tall mountain peaks of pleasure and plough and plant the lush green valleys filled with the wildflowers of abandon in love’s wide open fields of promise.They can brave the thrilling waterfalls and run rapids of the rushing, early years. But there are dry river beds of disappointment and stubborn, stony creeks as well to cross. True lovers scale sheer cliffs of endless effort and dense forests of frustration with the other; or wide, dry deserts of non-communication with only rare oasis's to break the silence.
There’s a meteorology to love that every student seeks to understand to learn to forecast those winter storms when deep differences are snowdrifts, but still to trust in blessed rains of spring to make love’s garden beautiful again.There are poor harvest years of flood and storm when the blight of boredom wilts love’s grain, weeks when the drought of distance leads to the un-slaked thirst of parched plains of pained love. Students can foretell the warming trends that thaw the ice of arguments that leave them frigid with fear and frozen in withdrawl. Then when the balmy southern breezes blow, with a wind that caresses every lover’s heart and writes the music only lovers hear, those once frosty streams run clear again.
There’s a physics, an astronomy to love finding an eternally expanding universe of unknown galaxies yet to discover about a lover’s strong soul and gentle spirit a cosmic understanding of their binary connection. Lovers learn to name the shooting stars of unfilled wishes and comets of dying dreams; but they know too the sunshine in a lover’s eyes like the first rays of glorious morning rising from the deep heart of the Milky way and know the moon will guide the ebb and flow of emotional tides and under currents of their journey. True lovers study energy and matter force and friction, work and time to measure the relativity of love to life, and the uncertainties that always arise.
There’s a certain mathematics to love – that’s based on an entirely new math where one plus one still equals one and the whole union of a couple is greater than the sum of the individual hearts. They know of equations of give and take where percentages of effort add up to far more than one hundred percent. Lovers know the geometry third parties make - those sharp angled triangles of temptation, some acute but hopefully most avoided. But the circumference of the circle of love has no clear beginning and no end that defines the infinite boundaries an area inside of which love’s seeds are planted and lovers’ dreams are harvested.
There’s epistemology and etymology of love. How do we know what we know about love and what’s the true sense of the word? It’s a major academic discipline to discover the éros and the agápe of a lover’s heart and soul, to know the physiology and psychology of that body and that mind as well – Love’s a lifetime study – all the “ologies” apply - an endless exploration, an erotology of the all the trails your lover blazes, to map the curves, the hills, the secret glades of some sacred destination that only lovers find and gain the ‘gnosis’ only love’s enlightened students have.
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