Love is not
happiness
nor flowers
not dancing
or sunsets
not long letters,
holding hands, laughing together
or receiving many guests.
Love is
waiting by the empty ocean
sowing seeds in a frozen field
asking for a hundred thousand times
without response
traveling in arid desperate darkness
losing the favour of angels
giving without the wish to receive
For love possesses only
hope, faith and strength
in the deepest night
it is at its most beautiful.
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| Caspar David Friedrich, Monk by the Sea |
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