'Passion' Poem by steve griffin

There's a passion that burns, between you and I,
Igniting a spark, that could light up the sky,
So hot is the fire, that burns through the night,
It blurrs out the difference, of whats wrong and whats right,
All that I wanted, was for love to take hold,
I could feel the fire that burned,
With white hot emotion, that was out of control,
and flames that wouldn't be turned,
But how is there love, and a passion so strong,
When two minds can't meet, and everythings wrong,
With no understanding, and nowhere to turn,
Like throwing gas on a fire, stand back let it burn,
When the back fires are lit, there's no turning back,
as another lesson is learned,
But I knew all along, the danger involved,
play with fire, you always get burned,
I did not want to lose us, but it seems I have,
as the flames have burned us down,
And as I walk through the rubble, of whats left of my life,
not a thing is left to be found.