Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkinde,
That from the Nunnerie
Of thy chaste breast and quiet minde,
To War and Arms I fly.
That from the Nunnerie
Of thy chaste breast and quiet minde,
To War and Arms I fly.
True; a new Mistresse now I chase,
The first Foe in the Field;
And with a stronger Faith embrace,
A Sword, a Horse, a Shield.
The first Foe in the Field;
And with a stronger Faith embrace,
A Sword, a Horse, a Shield.
Yet this Inconstancy is such,
As thou too shalt adore;
I could not love thee, dear, so much,
Lov’d I not Honour more.
As thou too shalt adore;
I could not love thee, dear, so much,
Lov’d I not Honour more.
- Richard Lovelace, "To Lucasta, on going to the Wars"
Going to the Wars is definitely one of my favorite poems. I find its imagery and analogy beautifully heartfelt. It speaks of the bitter sweetness of Love, Duty and Honor. Like the lone figure standing in the background in the photo, often times we can feel the loneliness and separation all too clearly in a long distance relationship. And while that is so, it is only true to an extent-- the ultimate destination is the same because although the trek we make are currently on different paths, we are still on the same team. One of the reasons I like this poem is because it reminds me of my man. Raihn is someone who strives to live honorably and righteously, even in the darkest of times, and rightfully demands of me to strive for the same.
Thank you babe for being who you are. We make an amazing team :)
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