Impossible Love: Save me from this snare.

Love, what a strange concept! What a feeling! What a drug! Oh, love, how much are you worth? Who guards your gates? How thick are your walls? How high are your walls? What dwells within your court?

I have traveled far and wide, my journey long, arduous, and tiring. I have sold all I had for this odyssey, conquered highway robbers, journeyed through the thickest. forests, and swum through the boundless depths of the oceans. Oh, love, I am fatigued. Please open up your gates. My heart beats fast and yearns for a perfect synchronization with another. Let my journey be worth it. Oh, how beautiful you are in soul and body; your eyes are as stunning. as the stars that grace the night sky.

How can I come this far yet be far from my destination? Oh, love, I will rest at this gate until you open them. I will walk into your court with boldness and place a demand for the woman I love. If need be, I will hold you at the scruff of your neck and stare undauntedly into your eyes,then, I will fight for the woman I love. The night is cold, but I am warmed by the fire of love and passion. Open your gate, name your price. I have precious stones to give — the Egyptians’ gold, emerald, pearl,the Indians’ sapphire,ruby, opal,topaz or. blue diamond, the most expensive of them all. They have to be tested, and oh, how confident I am they will be found true. Oh, love, be kind. Don’t be tyrannical or megalomaniac. Within your wall lies she, the one I hope to be with forever. I will climb this high wall of yours. I will walk around them, hoping they fall like the walls of Jericho. Do you think there is a corner of this earth where you hide her that will free me from this torment I feel?

Her scent, that scent, lavender has remained imprinted on my mind, spinning my world off its axis, making me reconsider everything I have ever thought of myself — a gentleman. I was raised to act with honor, but that honor is hanging by a thread. My eyes are shunned to all but her, my heart beats for none but her, my legs are swift for her alone. I sense nothing for all but for one. She is the object of all my desires, the epitome of my fantasies, the bane of my existence.

What exactly are my sins? Who can atone for them for me? What are my penalties? I will serve them gladly; just let me be with her. There is none like her. Oh, love, I know you can hear me. Open these gates! Let your guards down. Let me walk in and take my prized possession and leave.

Oh, I am a finished man! Who can save me from myself? Why have I walked through the valleys and climbed mountains to visit who can’t be mine? Why should I suffer so greatly to gain what can’t be gained? Look at me, wasting at the gate of love, threatening to bring its walls down. Is there not more to life than the warm touch of love from the one you love? Is life not more than love? Why am I acting like a drunk man who only knows the way to the tavern, whose life lightens up by the taste of strong drink? Love has brought a strong man to his knees. Oh, man, get up from your shame. There is light through the tunnel, no, at its ends. Life is a garden of many flowers, and all are the same. All scent the same; there isn’t one better than the other. Pick your flowers and water them. If it dies, go to the next flower; there isn’t any special flower.

Yes, I’m a finished man! Oh, yes, I am long gone. Oh, yes, I have walked through the valleys and climbed high mountains, but I will do it again and again. I do not mind the suffering; let me bleed if I must. I have enough to bleed, enough tears to cry, but these gates hold within them my love, my life, my joy. My life is humdrum, insipid, boringly monotonous, and a colorless painting drawn by a blind artist. Oh, love, I have made a camp by your gate. I have little food and fire; it won’t last long. But if I die, let it be written upon stone that I was killed by that which could save me. And if I live after all this is done, please be kind to drive a stake through my heart. Plunge it deep until life leaves me, until there is no more breath in me, for death is more peaceful than living without her, for it will give me at least some modicum of solace. Oh, love, open your gate, I plead. Let your guard down, let me into your inner court, let me abide with the one that I love, my sweetest, the queen of my heart.