What I Crave

One love is...
A flickering candle,
Burning slowly,
But never quite fading away,
Constant in it's comfort,
With dim light in my infinite darkness.

But the other love...
The other love is...
Dynamite,
Powerful,
Breathtaking,
Devastating and destructive beyond all measure,
Leaving rubble in its' wake,
Leaving no sign of the solid rock my life should be.

Dynamite is what I crave.
The candle is what I need.