A Love in Three Parts

It was a love in three parts.

The first was quiet, 

Silent at best.

It was the kind of love

That was a fortress,

Protecting.

Holding.
Safe.

It was ever faithful,

Ever strong,

Never failing.

The part that hoped

To never leave

The house.

The second was vibrant, 

Bright, bold.

It was like the day 

Every spring flower

Decided to bloom at once.

It was unmistakable,

Unfathomable joy.

Hope springing eternal.

The part that ached 

For eternal sunshine.

The third was raw,

Powerful.

Like a heavily muscled cat

Ready to pounce.

Like a lustful breath

Whispered across a pillow.

A never-ending hunger,

Combined with a 

Never-ending desire

For pleasure.

The part that hoped

To never leave the bed.

It was a love in three parts, 

Searching for another love

That was also in three parts....