Is love, perhaps the fire?
And we the molten metal?
Is love's purpose in my life
To temper me, so that,
Hard as steel, I shall be
More useful than ever in
The world ?
Ah, yes. And I should not
Be bitter, but quite proud.
See? I am tempered steel!
I hold up a bridge
For two lovers who were
Made from baser metal
To walk across, into the
Sunset, swinging hands!