Love is this strange,
Coiling thing.
I’ve yet to wrangle it –
Or smother it.
Old enough.
Wise enough.
To know it can’t be tamed.
It exists,
This strange everburning flame.
Some say it changes,
With time.
Yet the embers still burn,
Cursed to love everyone –
You’ve ever loved.
Wise Enough To Know It Can’t Be Tamed.
