A tiny flame glows quietly  
And suddenly sparks into a raging fire
As I feel the first chilled drops
Of a reborn spring rain on my thirsty skin.
Somehow the changing season brings to mind
A flood of fond memories and the hopes of new beginnings
As I see and feel the newness of the air that surrounds me.
But just like every moment that begins anew,
The feeling passes and leaves behind a sound discontent.
If these falling rains cannot extinguish
The flame that continues to burn within,
Then how will this fire ever quell?

These everlasting memories and dreams
I hold dear to create a temple of happiness
Where I will never hesitate to bow down
Or lay my forehead in reverence.
But one day I arrive to find a cloud
Hovering close by overhead.
And I wonder how such a gloom could come to exist....
For I have only allowed my own -
Those I hold dear to myself -
To enter into this sacred abode. 
If perhaps this was the presence of an enemy or even a stranger,
I know I could turn to those dear ones to calm my distress.
But when this is the gloom of perhaps the dearest of them all,
Then to whom do I turn to?

I have only committed the sin of loving,
And I have given myself over completely
In hopes that this love will flourish
And one day manifest itself
In every aspect of my life - our life.
But having loved another so passionately,
And to now try to diminish that love
Seems like an insurmountable task.
Yet,
If I am never able to love again,
Then there will not be one
Who will ever be able to love me either.
Then what was the purpose of ever loving another at all?