Passion is like an unquenchable fire,
Especially when fueled by jealousy;
And nothing burns like unfulfilled desire:
Emotions singe when fierce and fiery.
A yearning for romance that cannot be
Ignites a raging thirst nothing can slake,
While wishful thinking wanders wearily
Through deserts of despair where parched sands bake.
But kindly love is like a tranquil lake,
Like water sparkling in garden fountains,
Like a shaded bay where no waves break,
Like a bright brook high up in alpine mountains.
Nourished by fresh streams of sweet devotion,
Love is deeper than the fire-quenching ocean.
Topic(s) of this poem: love