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By spaceman Date: 2002 Dec 26 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.26.20.17.10882]] |
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Love is like water to her, in endless supply, trickles or torrents, great, heavy clouds or steamy vapors roaring, bracing waves or trickling teardrops. She is not shy or quiet in the love she washes over me I could swim or bathe or drown in its volume and yet I can never return it as easily as she gives it. My love is like fire, needing spark and air and timber to feed and flourish, these things are not constant or endless or eternal, and where her love is life-sustaining mine is sudden, destructive and fierce. But her love is water, the one thing I can't fight. |