Embers light the fire
Brake down the bark
Fueling heart and desire
Lost from the start
Oh, but I love being lost with you
I'd say the fire lights up my life
but I don't have to
because I think you feel it too
I just want to stay here
and be warm
Right next to you
Made it passed the wire
Painted like art
Keep on rolling like a tire
You have my heart
and the blood is swirling so beautifully
I thought you'd like to hear
My every thought and word
The only problem is
It's summed up in three simple words
I love you
Singing with the choir
Never to part
You're the one I admire
Fire was the spark
and now my world is lit up so beautifully.
This was sensational when you rhymed in this one. However, it felt as if you had dine with Pablo Neruda. BRAVO! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well crafted, and great imagery. The ambivalence one feels between the warmth of a flame and the terror that fire can elicit comes thru to me anyway, similar to that of the warmth of true love and the fire that reality brings to a relationship. C'mon. baby, light my fire!