Love Poems

I am of the desert, you of cultivation: Simplicity to me, to you is desolation; Heat, thirst, and agony I seek out on vacation, While you look for elegance and quiet restoration. I am of the ocean, you are of the shore: You want fewer waves, I manufacture more; You like tranquil bays, I love the rollersí roar; In me, a wild emptiness; in you, a quiet core. While I am like a stream, you are like a lake: I babble over boulders, you reflections make; I rush forward heedlessly, as bones and branches break; You part before the piercing bow and then absorb the wake. That such extremes should not be mingled might seem elementary; But love can make the wildest contradictions complementary.