The Myth of Love

The Myth of Love

A Poem by GwydionAdair
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A musing on the flawlessness, inscrutability, and divinity we see in those we love.

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I do not know you,

Pretend as I might -

Like as I think we are,

Linked as I think we are.

 

But I have imagined you here -

The soft, sad eyes,

The gentle smile

In which I read so much.

 

You are the myth of my mind!

The story passed down for generations,

The hope to which the natives cling

In a desperate attempt to understand.

 

To you I credit my joy, my love

Though it riseth naturally from my breast;

Needing no divine inspiration -

Save the Pleasure of your Company.

 

Said the poet,

“Nobody knows you;

You don’t know yourself.

And I, who am half in love with you,

What am I in love with?

My own imaginings?”

 

                                    - “Gwydion Adair”

© 2014 GwydionAdair


Author's Note

GwydionAdair
The final stanza contains a line from one of D.H. Lawrence's poems.

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Added on October 10, 2014
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GwydionAdair
GwydionAdair

El Valle Verde, VT



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