It started as the want of a friend,
Which seems only natural,
And it turns out that it's best that way,
For love is never borne from lust alone.

The want grew stronger and deeper
As their paths diverged and swirled and danced
Around each the other's way through life,
Neither aware the other was even there,
Until finally, caught in the tight eddy of choice and chance,
They brushed briefly, each caught so much in their own turbulence
That to have stopped the current there would have been fatal
To that spiraling dance of fates.

Tighter they wove, interwove until finally they stood there,
Facing each other across a chasm of distance,
So close and yet so far
-- too far to touch,
But close enough to discover one another,
To explore the intricacies created by their meeting,
To explore the intensity as it multiplied,
To share the depths of their wounds,
To heal each other,
And to discover the chemistry
Which would inevitably bind them together
In a new dance of spirals and weaves and touches and breaths
For as long as their souls would share the Universe together.

They would touch and laugh and cry and disagree
And resolve and smooth the path once more.
They would sing and talk and share a depth unparalleled
By any other force in the world.
They would walk the path of adventure
Walking into the clear now and again
Just to make sure that it was as boring as it was
when they left it last.
They would share a magic that a name would ruin.
They would think and feel and share their souls and spirit,
And the love - O, the love! - which never visits the unlucky
And romance writers only ever dream of.

Generations will wait and want for a love like this.

Copyright (C) 2001 by Greywolf. If you publish this, please credit the
author.