Love is like a wildfire, from one spark it grows.
From a spark to a smolder, to a raging inferno.
Flames grow fast, hot, and erratic.
Nothing can put it out, except the one who started it.
When the one that you love,
Feels the same in return,
It’s as if the winds have fanned the flames,
And the wildfire grows.
Professions of love,
Confessions of the heart,
Lessons of love,
Should have learned them from the start.
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from one spark it grows.... like a seed planted then the harvest follows! Loved the interaction of fire and love! Well penned; D