They say loving a guarded girl
is the most satisfying of all
because she does not need you
she wants you.
They say that is the purest love
to be wanted and not needed.
My dog does not agree.
Nor any other.
It is a fine thing to be needed
finer still to be wanted
best of all
when you cannot tell the difference.
We think we can manage
the flame, the flint is under
our control, the fuel measured
the height limited.
The tickle and sputter the
flicker and whoosh. We
think we control these things
we do not.
Every fire diminishes to ember.
Except for the raging inferno.
It does what it will.
Goes where it wants.
It always will.
To be loved, ah to be loved.
It is the fire we all wish
to be consumed in.
All you have to do is say
three little words:
I want you.