We live in a world of buy it or leave it. Love does not signify.
I don't write for any group. I write to bring about a change in consciousness.
How many of us want any of us to see us as we really are?
To kiss well one must kiss solely. No groping hands or stammering hearts. The lips and the lips alone are the pleasure. Passion is sweeter split strand by strand. Divided and re-divided like mercury then gathered up only at the last moment.
In the presence of love, hearth and quest become one.
You don't get over it because 'it' is the person you loved.