Love Letter From the Soul Xxxvi
Fire,
The depths of your raging fire melts
Saturday's stiffness forming from mine ice
dripping into the pitcher/picture that is us
freedom in the valleys and the slopes
hints of snow tipping off the temples
igloos calling to the angels
crispness in the motion
ne'er a moment feeling sad
nightglow amid the midnight dance
undiscovered life's true trance
soft kisses til daybreak
time sent off in the breeze
you're the flame I'm the wick
burning bright for all to see
scented candles, illumination
have nothing on you and me
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