Dexamethorphan With Maoi

thank emmagunst , I did see in poem form our conception of love. Understand that love is not going to a lonely island, but, for that matter, know that we are suffering with you, supporting you and mostly with walking forward with you, in your hand sore, your aching heart, with the light of your eyes sore ...

For me
love can never be

two stay
huddled in a corner
while life passes by roaring.
For me
love must always be
many fighting shoulder to shoulder
- you too, me too -
out there in the middle all,
in full life

Märta Tikkanen (Finland, 1935)