Decompose

Anger is bright.
But anger burns, burns, and whisps away. It becomes a handfull of ashes; dark, dull, and lifeless.

Love is bright.
But love burns, burns, and burns until it becomes a dull throb.
Although it is no longer as dazzling, it still burns - and it still retains a unique beauty;
the beauty of having burned for a long, long time.