Sweet, impossible love (poem)

I found you underneath that tree
That's were I found you,
that's were you found me
We rushed through the forest,
Oh, how in love we were
Yes, we rushed trough the forest
But all along you belonged to her?

I know I can't get you
Your not mine to get
But I've loved you since before we even met

She was just there one day
I was leaving our meeting place
but she stood in my way

With a sneer on her face
and ring on the finger,
I remember it so well, it'll always linger
Then she told, she told me the horrible truth
She'd be your wife, and I'd be something stupid from your youth?

I begged you to tell me it wasn't true
But marrying her was just something you had to do

So then it all came apart at the seams
I lost it all, all those beautiful dreams...

What is it about impossible love that women adore (since Tristam und Isolde)? Or, to put it another way, why do women feel ambivalent about possible love? It is a mystery to men.

Well, sometimes, sadness is just way more beautiful than happiness. It's actually a bit difficult to write poems about happiness. My happy poems are like child's poems, haha. And don't we all want what we can't get?

I think sometimes people want what they cannot have, it makes it more intense somehow.

But that isn't what I asked. I asked why it is that women want what they think it is impossible to have. What is the attraction of torment and frustration?

They want a man more if there is a sword between them and the man.

It's the feeling of really being alive. I think this describes it quite well
"And at night a fractured star fell
And pierced right through the thick of me
I cried out in pain and joy, yes
I'm not dead, not numb, not withering", from a song called "Cast a hook in me". I mean, happiness, what's that? Yeah, booooring. It's like solving rubik's cube, it's fun when you're solving it, but when you have solved it, then it gets dull. And it's also this wish I think most people have, to live a life worth writing a story about. But don't know, maybe we're just emotions-masochists, haha.


True:lol:

I knew of a man once who relentlessly chased a woman who didn't want to know him but finally she gave into him and he dumped her as soon as he got her.

I knew of a man once who relentlessly chased a woman who didn't want to know him but finally she gave into him and he dumped her as soon as he got her.

Young love lost, a tormented soul , heart broken...it can last for a day or forever. Who among us has not felt that bitter, sweet sorrow? Romeo, Romeo thy story has been retold a thousand times in play and in fact.

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Maybe the chase was more exciting than the capture.

Very strange. Men are not like that.

That's victory and revenge. (Or maybe, don't wish for anything. You might get it -or in this case, her).

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Romeo did not have to chase Juliet. She loved him too. The trouble was that he was a Montague, and she, a Capulet.

Maybe that is the reason why men are men and women are women.
What's the problem? :bigsmile:

Nice poem though

I know the story of Romeo and Juliet,kind sir, no need of my education. Love lost is never for one reason, its pain is just as fervent.

Yearning, for its own sake (or for the sake of frustration) is perverse. Whether you are a man or a woman.

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You never can tell. But, Romeo and Juliet is not a tale of unrequited love.

Why o why do you act like a superior door handle and tell us the blatantly bleeding obvious ?????

But of course women love, I mean really love, happily ever after. But we do like to cry sometimes. This is an intresting discussion. Why does it easily feels as if sorrow is a much deeper emotion than happiness? Hmm.. But then again women also love to be rescued. I guess men and women just look diffrently at love.

It must be learned behavior on the part of women: probably from the minstrels of the Middle Ages who sang of unrequited and frustrated love. And reinforced by Hollywood. It could not be natural, because it certainly does not promote survival.