In my life I've felt two kinds of love:
The impatient, nagging burning
And the patient, gentle peace.
The former keeps you up at night
The latter helps you sleep.

There's the one that keeps you wanting
Where you're never satisfied.
The ache that can never be filled,
That makes you feel alive.

Then there's the calm and placid love
That makes you feel secure.
It gives you all you need and want
So you need never ask for more.

The first love can't be tamed
No matter how hard you try.
It's the love that makes you scream and shout
The love that makes you cry.

It drives you crazy with desire
It fuels your passion and drugs your mind.
It makes you high
It makes you blind.

The last love keeps you warm and safe
It holds you close at night
This love keeps you happy
And it feels sure and right.

It fills you with confidence and support
And it gives you room to grow.
You know it will always be there
No matter where you go.

The first love is unstable
It's dangerous and exciting.
The second is mature
It's healing and inviting.

While both loves are important;
They are key parts of your story,
Neither is better than the other;
There is not one reigning glory.
But one thing is for certain
When all is said and done,
Is that of the two loves I know
One remains and one is gone.