Brief Passion

"T'is better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all." ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

You may think these are just words, but I swear to everything above and below that she... 

I don't know how to explain it, she just stood out from the crowd. 

It's as if she were shining brighter than anything around her; a star in a hall full of candles. 

And I, the imprudent moth drawn to the brightest light. 

I should have realized that before long my wings would burst into flame and I would be cast back down into shadow; just another Icarus reaching for the Sun, borne on constructs of foolish hope and fragile dreams.

It seems that love is but a whisper on the wind, lost amidst the hurricane of existence. 

But in the end it has all been worth it; a fleeting moment of brightly lit passion in a dark and despondent world.