Eveything--
My despair,
My sorrow,
The unknown,
And fear...
        They are so complex.

They are all the same to me.
Each an intricate, subtle phenomenon
That I either am missing,
Suffering from,
Or in love with.

Love.

I have so much love concealed--
Perhaps conspicuous--
And packed inside me right now
And I, honestly,
Have not a single clue
How I can contain this passion
For eternity.

This love,
Is the foundation
Of the listed things
That are too complex,
That are almost hungry
For my emotion's fiery cry
That bleeds a burning tear.