To Love a Woman

To really love a woman you must pay a great toll in all liklihood for that initial joy. The "glory of the flower." Because it will not likely last. That fact, though, when weighed against the absolutely overwhelming intoxication of new love, is all but lost completely. Until, that is, it finally becomes time to pay up.

This is a picture of me when I'm in love with a woman. I'm fully invested in matters of heat and heart. But then comes the wind and change brought on by our conflicting breezes, and the once fierce love becomes a longing to retro-fit, knowing well that it won't. So then comes sadness. There's never been a better word for it. It can't kill you unless you let it.