Love

Love.

Like golden silk in a bunch of wools

Like a shade of white in a grunge of blues

A ray of sun on a cloudy day

A thunder light on the midnight way

It is a shower of trustful thorns

A delicate in sight at hopeful dawns

It is the wait of obsidian for elegant swans

It is the play of kings and the win of pawns

Like walking through fire

Laying a pyre

Yet soaring higher

Burning with desire

Love.