My love,
My love is not blind,
Nor intangible, nor sublime.
My love is like a flame
That singes when touched,
That spreads with abandon,
All consuming, all enthralling.
My love is like a wave
With no breath underneath it,
Nor ground over it,
Shapeless as an ink-spill.
My love is like wind
Lilting at your caress,
Ravaging at your ire,
Mesmerizing in its form, its touch.
My love is like the sands
Shaped on billions of tender stories,
Slipping through your fingers,
Disappearing… shifting…
Slipping away…
Now here, now here no more…
