13 January You are into melike flame and fireas no other desire couldknow such gentle fury ...like an undefined thirstincalculably uncontrolled,or passion spent in seekinga wild         and wondrous rose.        *        *With love, as in life, there are no guarantees. (Except always a beginning,always an end.) Nothing else is certain, set in stone. Instead,malleable, turning, ever in flux... ebb, flow. So too, the heart--yetonce fixed, as relentless as a star: the blaze too brilliant to be near, consuming all. Whether right or wrong, a force of such power andimport, almost impossible to stop. Impossible not to desire above allthings (whether prudent or unwise), to destiny or despair. May your star remain fixed--your love, the life it was meant to be.