To love is not to possess,
to own or imprison,
nor to lose one’s self in another.
Love is to join and separate,
To walk alone and together,
To find a laughing freedom
That lonely isolation does not permit.
It is finally to be able
to be who we really are...
it is to be perfectly one’s self, and perfectly joined in commitment to another – and to one’s inner self.
Love only endures when it moves like waves,
receding and returning gently or passionately,
or moving lovingly like the tide
in the moon’s own predictable harmony
they are openly free to be
who they really are – and always secretly were,
in the very core of their being,
where true and lasting love can alone abide.