Eros the Elusive

My love is a lifelong pang
Of longing and deprivation.
Cradling a flame against the dark
Against the bitter, cold wind
Of unmet hope and expectation.

My love is an idea I protect
Even in the vacuous black hole
Where it may never wear flesh
Where it may only reflect my own soul
And never be a separate entity to behold.

But the idea is so beautiful
I cannot let it go.