Sometime it lingers for just a summer...
Sometimes it stays until the end of winter...
Passion, ardour, tenderness.
It is plump with caprice and surprise,
often gentle, warm, in understanding.
It can explode like one thousand suns
radiating through your every pore
with such fiery intensity and fusion.
Or it can die, a sharp excruciating pain,
ripped from your cold, shattered heart.
A metamorphosis of miracle, changing