An Ineffable Height

But since our lips met she has not been void in my mind.

Do not fret, gentle (insert name), surely her power be not enough to occupy such depths much longer...

I desire only to hold that true, to take it, examine it at length and reach the same end.

Then what keeps you so burdened?

I am heavy with her! Since that night my heart has yet waivered in its beating. Each minute that passes is a step up a mountain. I fear I will soon reach treacherous heights! I am burdened, dear friend, because i am heavy; heavy with the steel of Cupid piercing me, pricking my heart each time it rises to beat. I grow weary and heavy as my body is deprived of breath on this terrifying ascension.

Ay, but has not the worst come to pass? It has been many nights since your encounter, does this not mean you're soon to head down?

That is what terrifies me so! I have felt the effects of my climb as powerfully as the earth rejecting what lies beneath its surface.

Then rejoice my friend!

But I cannot! For as I try I feel the steel in my chest and the led in my limbs! And as the suffering brings me to my knees, I confess I raise me head and no peak be in sight! All that my eyes present is the inclination, all that my mind persists on is the touch her lips. For the feel of those again is the only sure remedy!

Ah, but what of that occurrence? In what state will you be once she again retreats? Will you not fall down the face, only to start your climb again, battered and broken, more tired than before? With each time you reach her, will this not be the case? And what of the day you fail? The day you cannot again reach the summit where her lips await yours? Will this not be the end of you!?

Ay, it would!

Then what be the point!?

Love, love my friend! That which cannot be expressed! That which carries with it a feeling as light as the air around me! That which lifts my feet each time they sink beneath me! That which shelters me from the piercing steel, but at the same instant amplifies it!

And you would suffer at such lengths for it?

Ay! I would not hesitate an instant in my suffering!

Then i do not understand your struggle!

Then you do not understand love, my friend! And for that I pity you.

You pity me? Believe me friend, I pay you no disrespects, but are you not the same man who came to me, terrified of the very thing you are trudging through? One instant confiding in me your horror at this feeling, and the next revering it? You pity me for not understanding love, but i pity you for your inconsistency, your fickleness.

Fear not, I gather no disrespect from you, only righteous confusion. I take no offense to the accusations you place before me. You are not on this mountainside with me. You are watching from far off, through a lens that cannot capture the environment around me. You know nothing of my state or my struggle. I admit i am fickle, because love has made me so. I cannot express it to you. You must experience it yourself to understand

I pray I never sit atop the summit you have been to. For i have seen your fall, i have heard your pain, and i wish nothing of the sort upon myself

Be not so hasty in your words, friend. One day you will stand eye-to-eye with me and when we you see the view from the peak at which we stand your tears will stain the earth beneath us. For when we stand in the intoxication of this altitude, our lungs tickled with each breath, then you will see the glory that can only be obtained at this ineffable height.