He is like a flame that burns, brighter than any star in the sky. A flame lit by the soul to survive a thousand winters.
A flame so delicate and so bold is cause for my restlessness. None shall sway this flame of mine, its light too great,
Too powerful. It can be spat on, blown on, poured on from endless monsoons.
And yet his flame burns bright. My flame, his heart, all suffering,
All enduring. Cannot be Shaken,
Fears nothing, Believes and loves all.
His Flame so bold and beautiful, Slowly causing my demise.
His flame I love with greater passion, Stronger than Hercules,
My flame exists on hope,
believes all, feels all, knows all.
His flame, my flame, Will never give up. ---AuroraRW