Love for me always seems to exist away from me, or in a distant land and if
it comes near me, I try my utmost to escape from it. I get horrified when
I think of its burden. But I yearn for it from a distance. (September 5, 2002)

The Night Has a Thousand Eyes by Francis William Bourdillon

The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.

The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is gone.