Most frummers "love" their spouse because they have to. Theres no option. Love? Vot does zat mean? Like and satisfied are more appropriate descritions.
Look how soon some of them can remarry soon after a death of a spouse God forbid.
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you mean chassidics, not frummers. What do you have on yeshivaleit other than the fatalistic attitude to love, that makes you think you are the "Real" frummers?
I found it very well expressed in a poem called "Love" by Roy Croft.
I love you Not only for what you are, But for what I am When I am with you.
I love you, Not only for what You have made of yourself, But for what You are making of me.
I love you For the part of me That you bring out;
I love you For putting your hand Into my heaped-up heart And passing over All the foolish, weak things That you can't help Dimly seeing there,
And for drawing out Into the light All the beautiful belongings That no one else had looked Quite far enough to find I love you because you Are helping me to make Of the lumber of my life Not a tavern But a temple.
Out of the works Of my every day Not a reproach But a song.
I love you Because you have done More than any creed Could have done To make me good. And more than any fate Could have done To make me happy.
You have done it Without a touch, Without a word, Without a sign.
You have done it By being yourself. Perhaps that is what Being a friend means, After all.
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BrooklynWolf said...
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cheater!!! you stole my topic hahaha
Are you and I telepathic or what?
I am preparing a post on the subject!
Most frummers "love" their spouse because they have to. Theres no option. Love? Vot does zat mean? Like and satisfied are more appropriate descritions.
Look how soon some of them can remarry soon after a death of a spouse God forbid.
you mean chassidics, not frummers.
What do you have on yeshivaleit other than the fatalistic attitude to love, that makes you think you are the "Real" frummers?
Yup! I meant Chassidim.
I found it very well expressed in a poem called "Love" by Roy Croft.
I love you
Not only for what you are,
But for what I am
When I am with you.
I love you,
Not only for what
You have made of yourself,
But for what
You are making of me.
I love you
For the part of me
That you bring out;
I love you
For putting your hand
Into my heaped-up heart
And passing over
All the foolish, weak things
That you can't help
Dimly seeing there,
And for drawing out
Into the light
All the beautiful belongings
That no one else had looked
Quite far enough to find I love you because you
Are helping me to make
Of the lumber of my life
Not a tavern
But a temple.
Out of the works
Of my every day
Not a reproach
But a song.
I love you
Because you have done
More than any creed
Could have done
To make me good.
And more than any fate
Could have done
To make me happy.
You have done it
Without a touch,
Without a word,
Without a sign.
You have done it
By being yourself.
Perhaps that is what
Being a friend means,
After all.
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