You are my cancer: a short thought about being consumed by love.

The sun hit my skin as I walked about outside today. So warm and pure it reminded me of you.  That gentle touch, the warm caress that penetrates the soul with your free radical radiation.  Never knowing, not even suspecting the damage it would cause.  After all, how could something so tender and temperate cause a cancer that would consume my existence? I never suspected it, I got more than I bargained for, time and time again I have considered having the lesion removed, but sadly it's all that I have left of you.  Now it's winter in my heart and there is no warm embrace.  I sit here in the dark, me and my malignancy.  It is our love child, so it seems.  It is all that I have to remember you by, this cancer that slowly consumes me.  It is the love of my life.