When we met a spark ignited,
Passion
bursting into flame,
A
heat unleashed and running wild
To
be a rival to the sun.
No
emotion named by man
Could
scant describe the
Overwhelming
feeling of consumption
As
our supple bodies merged as one.
Time
is but a thief to passion,
Dousing
water on its flame,
Reducing
it to ashes left to
Smolder. Still a spark revives
Just
enough to light the way,
To
be a comfort in the night.
We
shall never cease to smolder.
Passion
wins and love survives.
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