Loves passion embers on as a hot hot coal, burning still, burning slow
waiting to ignite once more with the strength of an open fire.
Slowly fading down to the warmth within, the raging fire for you awaits.
My love is a back-draft waiting in the dark
for when you arrive through my door, loves fire you will make soar.
The embers will awaken and burst into flame.
A flame that none can ever put out or into control.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem