Desire often feels like an enemy, because it wakens longings that cannot be fulfilled in the moment. In the words of T. S. Eliot,
"April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire" (The Waste Land).
Spring awakens a desire for the summer that is not yet. Awakened souls are often disappointed, but our disappointment can lead us onward, actually increasing our desire and lifting it toward true romance.
—John Eldredge, The Sacred Romance