My love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis for object strange and high:
It was begotten by Despair
Upon Impossibility.

Magnanimous Despair alone
Could show me so divine a thing,
Where feeble Hope could ne'er have flown
But vainly flapped its tinsel wing.

And yet I quickly might arrive
Where my extended soul is fixed
But Fate does iron wedges drive,
And always crowds itself betwixt.

For Fate with jealous eye does see
Two perfect loves, nor lets them close:
Their union would her ruin be,
And her tyrranic power depose.

And therefore her decrees of steel
Us as the distant Poles have placed
(Though Love's whole world on us doth wheel)
Not by themselves to be embraced,

Unless the giddy heaven fall,
And earth some new convulsion tear;
And, us to join, the world should all
Be cramped into a planisphere.

As lines (so loves) oblique may well
Themselves in every angle greet:
But ours so truly parallel,
Though infinite, can never meet.

Therefore the love which us doth bind,
But Fate so enviously debars,
Is the conjunction of the mind,
And opposition of the stars.

-Andrew Marvell




I'm feeling a bit blue tonight. I've never been one for romance novels, drama, or any of the whims most girls fall under- but I find myself in a romance novel-like story. I was in love-passionately in love for four and a half years-- and he broke my heart. I felt myself dying inside and giving up. A wonderful man helped me through it. And then as I began to pick myself up-- he came back. I gave him another chance and I was so happy to be back with him but then I found that he was still the same man-- no improvements made and he just wanted things to just pick up again as if there were no broken pieces. And I found that I had changed as a person- grown as a person. My boyfriend is a wonderful man, and he truly does love me, I know he does. But we're always fighting, and I'm never happy. I feel stuck.