DrFaustus -> Sonnet (5/3/2004 7:05:24 AM)
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Our Fledgling Reality The highest joy can so easily become the deepest pain When what was made real by two becomes the floundering fantasy of one, For love is true for two, but for one is only insane, And then, the greatest beauty burns away like a moth flying into the sun. Our love is our fledgling child, more fragile than one newborn, Feeding on our faith in our love, ourselves, and each other. Let not our baby from loving parents be torn Neither let doubt, fear, nor weakness cause it to smother. My steadfast insanity will give you the space you need to make yourself sure, For I can endure the pain of reality obscured when there's hope of your light And that you might love me all the more and our love will endure Beyond our lives to the gods, mortals, and our own delight. Yet, for all the pain of which I complain, I prefer a love insane To the dark black void of doubt that is seen by the world as sane.
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