Reckless Behavior

My soul's an inferno that cannot be quenched.
A fury of passion, the likes of which it has never known.  
Yet it is not consumed, 
Finding it calls for her,
Pleading her, to feed its emotions,
Beckoning, for the kindness of her tender touch.

And I,  finding myself staring into her eyes,
Realize she may never fully comprehend how much it cost,
Truthfully even I do not truly understand, 

How far I've traveled to be in her mist.
A road paved with desire, and failure,
My pains and griefs,
Disappointments beyond comprehension.

This I choose not to convey,
These thoughts, my memories,
A graveyard of past relationships,  
Let that be only for my eyes to see.
For this union, defined from the dawn of creation,
Shall be rendered my new beginning.

Forgetting those things which are behind me, I press,
Forward against my apprehension.
Quickly loosing my tension,
Releasing the grip to the daily experience which I call my life.
Recklessly, without notion of fear,
As if I have never been damaged.

Writing, but never seeing the fruits, 

Of one who speaks my name with beautiful lips. 

Causing me to question, ponder, wonder,
Should I continue to hope? 

Should I proceed in love?  
Does it even matter?
Answers fall from the sky,
As you, the gift to my life you now abide,

Giving meaning to why I live, and for who I'll die.