I fall into deep thought on one of Marianne’s most firmly held opinions, which is her belief in the singularity and immutability of passionate relationship. “One can genuinely love but once, and second attachments can only be arrangements for economic security and social convenience.”

Is a love a fancy or a feeling?
No, it’s immortal as immaculate truth.
But why do I sometimes feel tired and scared?
How to face all the uncertainties?

My love does not really understand me, while I always misunderstand it.

Excuse me but can you be your beloved for a while,
Feeling all the loneliness in such a rainy night.
I haven’t heard from you,
Saying “I am with you” will never be enough.