Head in the Clouds: tales of love

Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved
~William Shakespeare

Aw, the immortal Shakespeare and his musical lyrics. (This sonnet reminds me of 1 Corinthians 13).

I've been considering love the past few months. Not necessarily me with some one specifically, but rather what is it about another that we give our entire lives, emotions, flaws, and all to them?

It's hard for me to believe I will ever find someone to love me like that, and likewise, me them. I've only loved once, and for him, I was not enough. I can look back now and be grateful; God knew. Yet, it scares me from believing in hope.

I see love all around me these days. Friends are getting engaged, starting new relationships, giving life to love. But I blankly stare, feeling lost as I look at them. I cannot relate.

So, I read the likes of British nobles with their 'lores of romance. And while my naturalistic self shakes her head in disbelief, I secretly want to float upon the clouds with them.