My love
Is like white light,
Intense,
Comprised of the entire color spectrum,
But for now it has been diffused into its original components
By the prism you have set forth.
The colors are brilliant but aimless,
Mere echoes between empty walls.
My love
Is like potential energy, waiting
To be converted to kinetic energy,
At top speed and with incredible momentum.
But first, you have to push.