Is this a drama that I have written? Perhaps.

[tonyamatta]

I imagine a love that is effortless and swift;
It is a wind that cools me against the harsh rays of a bright sun.

I imagine a love that is fluid and warm.
It is bathwater that swims around my body, through my hair, and over my tongue.

Yet, I find something else quite different.

The love that moves like water leaves me, heavy and tired.
The love that blows like a breeze leaves me, cold and shivering.

Hope, lift me.
Faith, warm me.