The Spark and Love

They say love's a breeze, a gentle sigh,

But whispers warned, a spark can set you on fire.

I didn't know, until your eyes met mine,

A blaze ignited, a burning desire.

Love, they said, is warm, a steady flame,

But the spark, it crackles, wild and untamed.

My heart, it stumbles, a frantic drum,

Lost in your presence, the world becomes numb.

Is the spark love's kin, or a fleeting delight?

So sweet, it steals my breath, takes flight.

A dangerous dance, a thrilling foray,

But wanting both feels selfish, a heart gone astray.

One fills the soul, a love deep and true,

The other ignites, a vibrant hue.

They sing of finding both, a perfect blend,

But what if they're scattered, a love to transcend?

Love whispers forever, a constant embrace,

The spark, a whirlwind, a fleeting chase.

My head spins with questions, a tangled mess,

Torn in two, a love I can't confess.

Heart cries for solace, a steady hand,

The spark, a wild dream, a foreign land.

Can reason tame this fire's delight?

Will love understand, in the pale morning light?

Forever a mystery, a choice to be made,

Love's gentle comfort, or the spark's wild parade.

Caught in the current, with nowhere to land,

Maybe the answer lies in the touch of your hand.