I wish this were a big love
a love that eclipses all others
a love that denies everything
but its own inner sense
but it’s not, is it?

This is a small love we share
a quiet thing that knows jealousy and pettiness
and can be blown over by a strong wind.
It is not a love of gods, titans nor heroes.
It is a love of humans
small humans
fragile and easily broken
or dissolved.

And I hope it becomes neither of those.
I hope it grows to become something stronger
and so I think
we should strive
to protect it.