A spark has been some how created,
with the proper fuel it has started a flame
Making it's path all consuming,
the need for tears in the form of rain
It grows within and searches,
for an emotion which will quench it's thirst
It fills the body with now fire,
and the experience is not the first
Every new fire is welcome,
for it tells us we are still alive
But you must have respect for it's power,
or your heart will never survive
Let it inside and feel the warmth,
it will spread to develop a glow
And your happiness will come to the surface,
by the smile your face will show.
By Nick Sym
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