You, My Love: A Diary in Verse

13 January You are into melike flame and fireas no other desire couldknow such gentle fury ...like an undefined thirstincalculably uncontrolled,or passion spent in seekinga 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--yetonce fixed, as relentless as a star: the blaze too brilliant to be near, consuming all. Whether right or wrong, a force of such power andimport, almost impossible to stop. Impossible not to desire above allthings (whether prudent or unwise), to destiny or despair. May your star remain fixed--your love, the life it was meant to be.