Sometimes we make it to the landing.
I do this for you, after
All, even agony prolonged becomes a joy,
And this is repetition.
The garish snapshot in your mind,
Why am I so patient?
When you place your hand
Upon the rail, I know my name
Rumors light like running water
As you stray between the yes and no
Then turn to flood the darkness.
What can I tell you?
Desire cannot be commanded.
Once is now, this undertow
Forever. Keep turning.
It was your carelessness
That makes the song worth singing.
[Oh no, girl... No no no no.]
Here's a piece of advice to Eurydice more eloquently put:
Orpheus and Eurydice
Peter Paul Rubens
This painting adds layers to the portrait of Eurydice: it shows Eurydice who, even though feeling the way she does in the poem, would cling to Orpheus out of selfish indulgence and would have
witless glance, ebullient but oblivious
as Steve Kowit puts in in his excellent poem Eurydice
There is this an idea of romantic love out there, an idea of love so dedicated, so complete that one who feels it is believed to be unable to see any flaws in her/his beloved. Which leaves those loved ones feeling insecure and misunderstood somehow because not all of them is acknowledged, their flaws overlooked for a time being sure to become an issue later on. While they may be afraid of embracing that "complete romantic love" this is what the other person might be feeling: