What gives them to be free to mine?
Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me the sunlight expands my blood?
What about these likes of myself that draw me so close by by tender directions and indirections?
Why when they leave me do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?
We meet people to whom we are drawn,
We do not know what draws us-could not tell why we are drawn—
Man or woman, I might tell how I like you, but cannot, And might tell the pinings I have, and might tell what it is in me and what it is in you, but cannot,
Nor the cause of the friendship I emit, nor the cause of the friendship I take again;
I cannot tell whence the cause of my faintest wish, So I never could explain why I love anybody, or anything.
O to attract by more than attraction!
How it is I know not, yet behold!
The fact is indisputable, the bond is inseverable, The something which obeys none of the rest, how magnetic it draws.
,
Rob
27th February 2025
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26th February 2025
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland