Love & Beauty

When they met, was it love?
Was it ever? Is it ever? Love,
Indefinite as time, greater
Than the sun in its radiant
Beauty and lesser than cold
Shadows cast by the dead.
She is always beauty brought
To life, an incandescent rose
Whether budding or faded.
He is just a fire, sometimes
A hot flame, sometimes ash.
They are two banks, bridge
Out, and a river ebbs and
Flows between them like
A flood in deep desert sands
That stretch between sun
And moon beneath the stars.

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