You, My Love

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.

With love, as in life, there are no guarantees. (Except always a beginning, always an end.) Nothing else is certain, set in stone.

Instead, malleable, turning, ever in flux . ebb, 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), to destiny or despair.

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