My love is like the weather
Constantly changing
I will love you one day
But despise you the next
My love is like fire
I bring warmth to your life
I will love you through everything
And be there to hold you when you're down
My love will consume you
It will consume us both
Some day its good, some bad
But I'm passionate in every aspect of life
So my love,
my love will be passionately intense
My love is constant second-guessing
Second-guessing on if my love is being returned
'The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return'
My love is like an Autumn day
Cold one moment, hot the next
My love is like the Great Chicago Fire
It will burn you down
Your sister identified the dynamic of this poem which helps me to appreciate it. She described the process of the poem as a fire, flickering, moving from place to place, never stable. And upon rereading I can see the images do act like the flames of a fire, and it's impossible to keep them in steady focus, one blurs into another, they jump into and out of viewing. Does this suggest the love itself may be consuming itself even as it seems so lively in its actions, it's really using up its fuel and may be extinguished?
I actually love this so much. The poem almost moves like a fire, always changing in different ways like the heat, the colour, the intensity...questioning if another log or more newspapers will come along to fuel it and keep it breathing. Awesome!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love can be testy. I liked the honest tone of your words. A amazing poem.