Many people and poets, especially, talk of love,
without thought, without fear, without knowing,
what it is, what it can make of us
Love is not just grace and beauty, dandelions, a perfect song and rainbows in the sun
Love is also bitter, jealous, fierce and cold, the darkest deeds sought and desired
Love is a tidal wave that you ride or don't, there is no in between state
I burn with it....white hot, torn and bleeding from a thousand wounds
I know it can consume or enliven me
and either way
I will know that I have loved you
and it was true...

Alasdair Mackie