Tempests of Love
All roaring and raging
Unquenched like a fire
That could devour the world.
Halfbeaten ships
Enduring merciless blows.
Passionate flames
That lick up the life.
But what when the vessels
Are crumpled by waves?
Or when the whole world
Goes up in flames?
And nothing is left
But endless sea?
And nothing remains
But smoke and ash?
I cannot hold to
This destructive love,
This consuming void,
That batters my heart.
I would rather my love
Create light and not darkness.
To sustain a life
Instead of destroy it.
I prefer gentleness
Over this passion.
I prefer white
Over this red.
I would rather my love
Burn soft like a candle,
Small and joyful,
As opposed to shaking the earth.
