Love Poems

How can I have a fight with my best friend? The mountain blows, the landscape is destroyed. A desert where there once were fields and gardens. Black lava where flowers once brought joy. And then shoots of grass come through the blackness; Slowly love asserts itself again. He calls, I cry, we go through days of whispers, And fields once more grow lush in sun and rain. Ah! But now Iím fearful of the mountain: I walk by trembling, set for it to blow. Lifeís beautiful, but also very painful; I have the strength to love, now that I know.