There is the love which Consumes;
  which alters every object
  whether seen, heard, or felt
  into its Beloved;
  which transforms passions
such that each waking moment
  is all "her."

There is the love which Settles;
  which soothes anxious mind
  and calms restless heart
  and eases weary body
such that every shared moment
  is all "peace."

There is the love which Exhausts;
  which emboldens each tear
  dropping heavy on swollen cheek;
  which arouses each agony
  severing already thin ties between;
  which depletes the will's energy
  threatening to consume itself whole
such that every new fight
  is all "emptiness."

And there is the love which Remains;
  which in its inevitable course
  will consume, settle, and exhaust;
  which allowed to live
  will, hard fighting, pass through its own
  hot summer, tranquil fall, and barren winter;
  but as surely as daffodils arise all golden in March
  will unfold in its own robust spring
such that every new day
  is all "life" and that to the full.