![]() “The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kissīut for the long-term and the living, is there a secret to everlasting love in a distracted world of stress, temptation, affairs and divorce? Looking into some of the longest ever record-breaking marriages at least, some themes emerge. ![]() Love that abides, even though it is lost, often by death or other circumstance, has a resonance in song just as much in other genres, such as the storm-driven romance of Heathcliff and Cathy, or in Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, in which the former declares, just before poisoning himself before his lover's still body to enshrine their love in what would seem the most romantic way: And then, perhaps even more potent, are those in which that love was cut short, perhaps by an unfortunate turn of events, such a tragic young death, and so its feelings are forever frozen in time. Others might celebrate it after many years of it being proven. Some might express everlasting love during the first blossoms of romance, as joyful promises of certainty, declaring that it will continue forever. Of course there have been many love song related themes, and also, just over a year ago, the wider and sometimes more conceptual theme of eternity, which brought an almost perpetual momentum of song suggestions, and excellent resulting playlists.Ī huge majority of songs are inevitably about love in some form or another, whether wanting it, declaring it, celebrating it, broken-heartedly having lost it, or it being unrequited.īut everlasting love is a more specific theme, yet still comes in many forms and broadly speaking, these might be affected by the perspective of time and circumstance. So then, this week, as our own enduring and beloved Song Bar establishment celebrates its seventh birthday, the latest theme, after so many others, is everlasting, perpetual, abiding, ceaseless, continual, constant or amaranthine love. A bizarre, but memorable scene in which to witness a wrinkly, but extremely healthy aged couple enjoying the simple lifestyle of timeless love and companionship. I'd shared this information with some befriended, random travellers we'd met on a train, and after a wander up the coast, there we all slept in a row - me and my mate, two girls from Finland, and a couple from Portugal. It was illegal to sleep on the beaches in that area, but I'd worked out that if you left town far enough, the police wouldn't bother you. It was on the southern coast of France, just outside Nice. I was 18, travelling around Europe on a shoestring budget (£5 a day for everything) with a school friend, and we had searched, with our sleeping bags, for somewhere free to sleep. To put this into context, this happened quite a few years ago. They were both at least 80 years old, and in that moment I realised this couple had probably done this same routine every morning for most of their lives. Then a few minutes later, they re-emerged, and I woke again as they slipped by, dripping, quietly chatting and laughing, seemingly impervious to my presence, still naked, back to the shore, through a garden gate, and into a nearby house. They walked, hand in hand, towards the water, gently immersing themselves in the lapping sea. ![]() I opened my eyes, squinting in the emerging sunlight, and, as I looked up, her naked form strolled softly by, padding across the sand, silhouetted. Perhaps, then, for me, the most surreal of such experiences came just after dawn. Stand still, yet we will make him run.” – Andrew Marvell, To His Coy Mistress “Death ends a life, not a relationship.” – Jack LemmonĪnd tear our Pleasures with rough strife, Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.” – Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. “My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,īut bears it out even to the edge of doom.” – William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116 Within his bending sickle's compass come ![]() Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks ![]() Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. That looks on tempests and is never shaken ![]()
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