True Love---The Unrequited Kind and Bob Dylan

Without Prejudice

When the rain is blowin' in your face

And the whole world is on your case

I could offer you a warm embrace

To make you feel my love.

When the evening shadows and the stars appear

And there is no one there to dry your tears

I could hold you for a million years

To make you feel my love.

I know you haven't made your mind up yet

But I would never do you wrong

I've known it from the moment that we met

No doubt in my mind where you belong.

I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue

I'd go crawlin' down the avenue

No, there's nothin' that I wouldn't do

To make you feel my love.

The storms are raging on the rollin' sea

And on the highway of regrets

The winds of change are blowing wild and free

You ain't seen nothin' like me yet.

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true

There's nothing that I would not do

Go to the ends of the Earth for you

To make you feel my love.

Thanks to Mr Bob Dylan

Have you ever fallen in love, really in love and never seen that love through to fruition. That you look into another's eyes and the world shifts just for a second. That for one tiny second in time you see your future, your past and you know them. A second of such blinding purity that you have to humble yourself and look down. Lower your being, humble yourself.

Ego goes, noise disappears, you are looking into the eyes of someone you have never met before. But you know everything about them, their past, present, future. The blinding light of love, the Italian call it The Lightning Bolt. Michael Corleone felt it in The Godfather. And you run. You know that love holds the greatest truth but you are terrified if its power, so you run.

It's the feeling you get when you see your newborn child, it's the laughter in children's eyes looking at you in adoration. It's the most true, most honest form of love.The unrequited. It's your dreaming, it's your beauty, it's your truth, nobility, bravery. There are no words to describe it, just feeling. You see yourself reflected in another's eyes and you know, just know. 

It's visceral, it's your sex, your food, your liquid. It's promise makes you realise just how human you are and how very vulnerable. You run frightened at the intensity. You want, you are naked, before it, stripped of pretence, stripped of ego, stripped of the silly tiny things that make you who you are. You see the hurricane around you and you are in the centre. The quiet still centre. 

For one moment you are lost, dizzy, sick, the shifting of the earth on its axis for one brief moment in time. It's desire, lust, love, and you are dazzled and you run. No one can deserves this beauty, this joy, can they ?  Life is not like this, you think, but it is. You don't want it and yet you crave it. As Bobby Dylan says you will go crawling down the Avenue of life for it. 

But such beauty will bring hurt, hurt almost impossible to bear, so you run. You see it in his eyes, his face, he kneels before you and ducks his head, love written on his face. He too is blinded, humbled and whispers his truth. And you run. Run and run and run. Push that love away, it's too good, it's too much and you believe it can kill you, that intensity. 

You tuck it away in that part of yourself that is your inner beauty, to sustain you in times of need. You go out with lesser people. People that are safe, predictable, caring. That won't allow you to feel that searing pain but provide shelter, a safe haven, a home.

And sometimes late at night you think of the unrequited love that never leaves you. You build a wall around it, impenetrable walls that can never fall. And in the dead of night, you take that love out, look at it, gaze on it and though it's never meant to be, want it. The unrequited, the purest love of all. 

Love Janette x