...with no other thought than to love and be loved by me. -Edgar Allan Poe
He: O you who dwell in the gardens, with companions listening for your voice; let me hear it.
She: Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices. -Songs 8:13-14
Let us sing of love and meditate on it, this day after Valentine's.
Let us throw away sentiment and attempt to grasp in the depths of our understanding what is real.
If perfect love casts out fear, why are you afraid?
Is it because fear is sin and we know sin touches all we do?
But isn't there a love wherein desire transcends the physical so that the very spirit within you aches for that which you love?
A place where all thought of self is cast aside and the giving of joy, pleasure, happiness becomes the sole aim , the focus, the alone source of joy, pleasure, happiness?
Can it be so?
It must be.
Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death....-Songs 8:6a