A Fire

Love is a fire.

It razes and rages through all things -
dreams and principles bow their heads,
passions extinguished,
will forgotten,
until all that remains is love.
Like a fist thrust through my chest,
an inexorable force that compells and propels.
As all rivers must end in the sea,
as bees swarm to their queen,
so I must end in love.

And what when you are unloved, yet love?

What with this searing pain that rips and tears,
captures your thoughts with claws of daggers, teeth as nails?
A reprieve is an oasis, a relapse is anguish.

Until only a husk remains,
charred and brittle,
through which thoughts and actions pass but life does not.

Yet,

So long as I feel pain, and there is pain in the world, I am never alone.
So long as there is pain, I have purpose - to heal it for the world and myself.