The flame caresses each log turning it red
I love you, I love you; it said.
You allow me to grow in colours of magic
Because of this love our world can never be tragic.
You feed the flame and provide the heat you see
I am because of you and also wish it to be.
Tho I dance both low and high
It is only through you that I reach the sky.
What you are you share with me
Because you love me so you see.
I know you care because of what you do
You allow me to be such a beautiful view.
Tho we two together form something called a we
It is the third that sets us free.
So that to others we give a beautiful view
To partake of this world which includes you and you.
I dance and play for all to see and desire no less
For I wish to be close to you as part of my uniqueness.
Tho you eventually give your all to only me
You will return again and again as a renewal you see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem