I was a being of ice before.
I was content in my absence of company
and found solace in the dying light of Autumn.
But I met someone with a fiery personality
that matched my own.
And what a switch it was.
Cold days heated with cups of coffee
suddenly needed to such liquid.
You were all I needed.
My spine had been grown in a weekend,
and you abruptly broke that, as well as my will.
You're a pyromancer.
And you wielded your flames with stunning accuracy.
Your demon-desire burned right into my eyes.
And I, like a moth to flame, quickly surrendered.
However. There is some give with what you take.
Your heart I keep close.
Your mind is occupied, always, with thoughts of a spark of my own.
We indeed are playing with fire.
But I would have it no other way.