On loving volcanoes

You are neither a ghost town, nor a haunted house

But the thought of being next to you strikes fear into other people

There is a lot about you that is easy to love

You are beautiful for one, a lot would pass by to look at you

But none of them have the heart to stay,

You are tender and kind, you are passionate,

You have the kind of fire in you

That can light up so many others’ worlds,

And keep them warm in the cold dark times

you have fire

So much inside you that every now and then

You explode

 

You are so rare and wonderful but you have destruction

Within you, and no matter how much I try

I can’t change you, that is your nature.

I’ve been called a fool, I might be

But I’d chosen to live life learning when

And how much I need to be distant,

Learning when to come back to you

And how to embrace you at your ruin,

And maybe If I could, if you wanted me to,

I’d be fireproof for you

 

They often ask me why I love you,

Why love a volcano, why love something that explodes?

…because the most beautiful flowers grow at its feet