I remember once
How I said that I wanted
A quieter love
The kind that you knew
What would happen
Without the noise
The clash and clamor
Of pots and pans

But I realized
That the quiet love
Can sometimes turn silent
Without a passion
Without a flame burning
Without the exciting clamor

I want to be able to
Feel secure in love
Yet always be engaged
To be pursued
To the same degree
As I pursue
Because after all
Too much silence
Is intolerable