Within Reach Now

The word with no equal,
Can often be the most difficult to reach.
Clasping at a time when you can look into the other's eyes, and say it meaningfully, is
Like hacking through the jungle, breaking through the bullshit
To reach the haven at the destination.
Worth it? Always.

Often though, the arguments feel like they're gonna be the death of it.
Not today, not tomorrow, but one day.
Like the jungle is gonna grow faster than you can tear it down, swallow you,
And drop you at the bottom of some pit which you can't escape from.
You'd claw at the sides and go slowly mad, kept company only by yourself, screaming at you
'Where you went wrong'. And the destination - is far-off, impossible now to reach.

Or, is it like a bonfire?
Not quite ready until it's set alight. With heat, with rage, and passion, and collisions.
Until the word is ignited by differences?
Well flames are certainly pretty, warm, and make you feel happy for a while.
But they're dangerous, they hurt...
They burn out fast too.

And if you set light to the jungle?
Try to fix one-another and make it a clear path to the end;
Try to argue your way through the forest, to reach your goal at the end.
Thinking it can be repaired by saying 'I...You'.
You never reach your true destination, because it's burnt with the rest of it.
A charred remainder of the elegance it once was

So, light the fire-pit, or tear and burn the jungle?
No, deal with each day, learn to live with the jungle, rather than tear it down
And look forward to the rewards at the end.
Look forward to the reward of gazing into their eyes,
And hearing your heart scream, and your mind nod, and your tongue say

'I Love You'.