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LOVE, dim your blinding brightness and soften your radiance so that I may see you more clearly. Soften your glare so that I may see your distinctive features. The more I beg of you to slow down and let me catch your pace, the more you amble into distant fields. Do I always have to catch my breath?
LOVE, meet me face to face so that I may understand you for by doing so I may understand myself. Open the windows of your soul, LOVE, and let me touch your depths. Let my frail fingers feel the ends of your trenches. Many have claimed of your mystery, LOVE. Why cover yourself with this shameless shroud? Why allow me to doubt your existence? Why scamper away from human senses and excite only the human heart and touch--but ever lightly as a butterfly's gentle kiss on a flower's cheeks--the human soul?
What are you made of, LOVE? Are you illusion or imagination? Are you ideology ever nonexistent but provocative of the human spirit and judgment? Are you feeling, which, like the clouds, never stay in one place? Are you a word to be uttered by lips using words that cannot approximate you? Are you merely human invention?
Answer me, LOVE, and let me not think of you as a maimed, muffled concept. Pity me, for only by revealing your obscure self can I completely unveil my own. Touch me as with human touch. Search for me as if I'm the one hiding within myself. Embrace me with your light and lift up my incredulity towards your reality.
Come to me naked and weak, LOVE, so that by your helplessness I may be helped and strengthened. Come to me wounded so that by your pain I may be healed. Come to me broken and shattered so that by the shards I may be made whole. Be silent in your arrival, LOVE, for by your silence, I hear more clearly and gain comfort.
Though you I can never reach you at arm's length, LOVE, I thank you for never leaving my sight. Someday, we shall both meet halfway. Stay, LOVE.