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.

 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.