I can still remember the

color of your love when it burned

white hot for me, so that I was

afraid to stand too close, afraid

of being consumed by its

passion, afraid of losing

myself in its intensity.

Having once loved that deeply

I am scarred and can only

remember and dream and

wonder. There can be no other

love like this for me.

You are what I measure all

others against. You have

given this to me, the color

of the strength that holds

me up, the color of the

memory, the color of

the dream.

by Cher Bibler