Oh, to be loved

Oh, to be loved
In the 1600’s these men couldn’t bare to not be loved or give love. Shakespeare had to write about how much love he had for someone, because he couldn’t live with the thought of their love not out lasting them. He compared her to how everyone looks forward to summer days, but even that wasn’t enough to compare to her beauty. They were too consistent for him. He would wake up and know what to expect, but not with her. Unlike the summer days which can become long and boring her beauty is everlasting. Shakespeare knows that summer days fade to quickly. The days turn into nights and soon enough nights turn into autumn.
Neruda wrote about how every day was with the woman he loved. He took a different approach than Shakespeare but no less impactful. He wanted to show everyone what it was like to be him and his wife. He compiled different poems of their morning afternoon and evenings together. Shakespear and him a like wanted to write something that would out last the love that has been created. He uses imagery to paint the picture of not only their love, but her beaty as well. He lingers on small details, because he didn’t just see her beauty, he recognized and loved everything about her.
I fear that it is a once in a blue moon experience to feel this way. There are so many things going on in our everyday lives to stop and take in someone’s true beaty. Not just the way they look, but the way they interact with everyday life. Shakespear and Neruda didn’t want anyone to question their love for the people in their lives. To live was to be loved. They craved it, and they wanted everyone to know it. Now we look back on the pieces they wrote and just think to ourselves: oh, to be loved.