A bon fire blazes bright, dies to cold hard embers
Fireworks burst in a sizzling sky, falls in faded colors.
Waterfalls tumble head over heels in frenzied twists.
Creeks run small, still, trickling contently in the sun.
Which is better, I ask, the fervor or the quiet?
I love them both, need them both, each have value.
Sometimes, I love you with a white hot heat,
Sometimes with a comforting touch.
Sometimes, I’ve not loved at all but stayed the course
to find love shivering in shadows deep.
Love is not constant in her torridness
nor content always in gentleness
I’ve loved you in and through,
depth and width and shallows, too,
but have loved you best right now.