From Wild Love, 1996 (unpublished), by Nancy Wood
Without love the world would not last, nor would flowers bloom nor
the sun have a reason to burst between the thighs of night.
The fire of life burns on battlefields
and in the misery of souls struggling for food. It smolders
even when darkness devours consideration and hatred ravages
the innocence of children.
Love means yes and love means why not
and love means the fire of life,
burning brightly long after the universe ends.