h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I love two women…unequally, like fire.
One love is like a welcome warm hearth, radiating heat and light,
always attracting me back every time I journey off.
Sometimes it flares up, red, yellow and orange tongues calling my attention as it lights up my life,
drawing me out of the comfy chair and up to the grate to add fuel and to rake its coals,
before I can settle back in again to feel its comforting caress.

This love will forever be with me. It is the knowledge of this constant combustion that keeps my path true and my loins girded.
I know that this fire, if left unattended, will wane and die.
I know if I would let it die, I could not rekindle it and I would condemn myself to an icy winter.


My other love is like a past wildfire.
It was a thrilling, intensely exciting raging furnace of flame and passion, of young love, lust and brash inexperience.
I sought this love out as a young buck, testosterone thumping through my veins.
I found the passion and the pain, the aching and the ecstasy in a few short years.
I knew the pinnacles and the chasms of emotion.
I felt the heat and I burned myself.

This intensity is long behind me and as I look back over the place of its passing, I see green grass in the daytime.
But during the night, the glow of many hundreds of small embers tells me that fire is not over.
Even as grey now permeates my hair, it can never be over...
because it is from those small embers that I did light my hearth.

Your a poet, and I didna know it!

Aaaw....shucks.