I have loved

I have loved so many, so hard and so true. Tiny wonders, explored sights  and views of fair emeralds. Still I have love and lost.

Many precious dreams and memories have been loved, lost. Yet one stands clear and strong.

I have loved so long, so hard and yet I keep loving. Something drilled inside of me makes me do such. I cannot stop.

Love in four forms. Most often it is agape. Yet there have been others. 

I have loved. I continue to love even still in the bleakest moments of my day, I still love.

Cling to it, in fact. Hopeless romantic some say, if they knew me. Yet many don't, so I am a fool.

I have loved. I have cherished. I have searched. Landing where I am placed. Still no recognition. Yet that isn't what I want, nor need.

I have loved great many things, people in my life. The experiences I have shared. Truly remarkable to hope and enjoy. True love.

Though in doing so many pieces of loving I have forgotten about one. No not me.

Still I cannot say. The agape. The philia. I cannot wash my hands, my spirit of loving. It cannot be. I have tried.

So so many times I have tried. Yet the need to love, the need of being just there is enough. Even at the greatest distances.

Agape. Eros. Philia. Storge. Whatever!
I cannot walk away. I have loved. I have cried. I have smiled. I have laughed. I have hoped. I have dreamed.

I love too hard, too much for one reason only. It's the meaning of me. I cannot change this.

I have loved. I have lost. Yet I still love. Cling to hopes. Fight hard for all.

Still does that mean anything? I know not. Just keep doing what I am. Loving.

I have loved. Greatly and in silence.