You, My Love: a diary in verse

13 January

You are into me
like flame and fire
as no other desire could
know such gentle fury

...like an undefined thirst
incalculably uncontrolled,
or passion spent in seeking
a wild
         and wondrous rose.

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With love, as in life, there are no guarantees. Except always a beginning, always an end. Nothing else is certain, set in stone. The thoughts and emotions that drive us indeed ever churning, changing... ever in flux, ebb and flow.

So, too, the heart — yet once fixed, as relentless as a star: the blaze too brilliant to be near, consuming all. Whether right or wrong, a force of such power and import, almost impossible to stop. Impossible not to desire above all things (whether prudent or unwise)... moving us to destiny or despair.

May your star remain fixed — your love, the life it was meant to be.