Love

Love,
you arrive like the tide –
unbidden, unrelenting,
filling every hollow space
with your weight,
your pull,
your quiet, inescapable gravity.

You are the fire
that warms and burns,
the rain that kisses the earth,
and drowns it too.

In your name, I have traveled
the deserts of longing,
the mountains of joy,
and the valleys of despair.
And yet,
I would walk them all again
just to feel the brush
of your hand in mine.

You are in the sea’s wild roar,
in the breath of dawn,
in the shadows where dreams linger.
Love,
you are both the wound and the balm,
the ache that deepens,
the cure that never fades.

How do I carry you,
this endless tide,
this unyielding fire?
How do I live with the knowing
that you will never be tamed,
and yet I would not ask it of you?

Love,
you are the poem
that never ends,
the words that escape me,
and the ones I will write
until the stars
no longer shine.