The burning cold fires

My love for you is hot but cold. It seems to express it, I must resort to paradoxes. There is no other way that I know to express what I feel for you David. No are magnificent to me. My love is so warm and alive yet so cool and aloof. Your love is that to me. I feel supported yet left to be and grow. I feel separate yet connected. Paradox comes close to the mystery yet misses the mark. When I'm in your arms it is like I enfolded by angel wings while still floating alone through space. There is a sense of vastness and confinement all in one. I marvel at the wonder that is you love. I marvel and shout my joy to the hills and forests. David, I love you.

Your beloved.