The love I give can be    Chaotic, Toxic, it can tear you apart—    Glue you together. A boundless sea—    Waves crashing. Streams of water,    Surely weaving. Thunder strikes a great oak tree—    Willows are weeping. Lillies and poppies grow—    Ashes and darkness far below. A flying dove,    A chained deer. A viper’s venom,    A phoenix tear. A small point with infinite  possibilities—    A new world for us created. From the dust, we appeared.