2004-10-14 - 5:27 p.m.
Love
is such a terrible,
beautiful thing.
It needs,
takes
and eats excessively.
It gives only enough
to keep getting
and takes only enough
to keep receiving.
Yet even in my aversion
to this torture,
I am consumed by it.
Gently smothered by it.
Willingly,
though reluctantly,
I need it
and it needs to be needed.
Eventually,
we will perfect our balancing act
between exquisite pain
and ravenous joy.
