Chasing The Light

What love means to me over the years depicted in the form of a short story.

Chasing The Light

By: Dante E. Beltrami

When I first met you it was amazing.

Like a flower in the aftermath of a volcanic eruption.

A smile that's make Satan behave.

I fell hard for you from that moment.

Though my heart only knew darkness,

I craved the light of your love.

It was warm, nice, new.

After awhile the light started to burn.

I never knew what light felt like until I held you.

I got scared, dropped the light, and ran away.

Curled up in the dark I got cold.

I wanted the light back, I missed your warmth.

I grabbed for it time and time again,

but it burnt my fingers every time.

I still want the light, I still want you.

I want to feel that warmth against my face and body,

in my heart, and on my lips.

Will it ever happen?

Will you ever let me that close again?

I don't know,

but I can always try.