My love for her is like
whispers to a scream

Simmering at first
and now a supernova dream

Like a match to the sun
her eternal shining grace

Took what was once
a tiny spark

And put a pheonix in it's place

Never to be extiguished
by the gods or her or i

My love will blaze and always burn
til the very day i die

Forever burning on
Forever in my heart

A love to sear the ions from a tiny little spark

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Roses on a brier,
  Pearls from out the bitter sea,
Such is earth's desire
  However pure it be.

Neither bud nor brier,
  Neither pearl nor brine for me:
Be stilled, my long desire;
  There shall be no more sea.

Be stilled, my passionate heart;
  Old earth shall end, new earth shall be;
Be still, and earn thy part
  Where shall be no more sea.

I loved with grand passion
and lost with grander shame

Only those that burn with me
will know such pain