When Love Is A Shapeless Flames
When love is a shapeless flame,
It licks at the edges of known,
A yearning that whispers no name,
A hunger for hearts yet unshown.
It dances in whispers and sighs,
A warmth with no form to define,
A mist in the lover's own eyes,
A promise, a feeling, entwined.
Though shapeless, it burns oh so bright,
A beacon in the darkest of the night.
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