You painted
a sunset in the back of my
throat, so that every time
we kissed, you could taste
something beautiful that
wasn't me.

I wonder if you understand
The day your hand touched mine
If you could sense the change in air
The abrupt halt of time
Soul mate
I wonder if you fully know
I am attuned to your heart
I can read between your lines
The rarest piece of art  
Soul mate
I wonder if you understand
How fierce this love can be
My kindred spirit, heart's desire  
The other half of me

My mood keeps changing
rising and falling with the tide
It leaves me cold and wet
lost and cofused
angry

I can't keep my fire controlled
the wind blows and it whips
down the hill
engulfing every tree in flames
It leaves me hot and scared
guilty and alone
empty

I can't keep the sun on my side
I keep losing my way
she shies away from the challenge
and so I live in the darkness
and it leaves me tired and helpless
hopeless and longing
isolated.

The love poems make sense.
The songs make sense.
They always made sense.
But they never made sense.